The summer of 1999 is full of new beginnings for Anna. Muggle Anna Lewis lives a normal life in London. With a small apartment, a job at the National Gallery (thanks to her uncle), and a handful of friends she's pretty satisfied with how life is turning out. Though, her best friend, Alisa, is determined to get her back into the dating life. A red-headed twin is the victim of her plan and so Anna and George meet. But George isn't just any guy. George has a secret, one that he's desperate to share. Just a wholesome post-war fanfic! Fred is alive :) Disclaimer: I did not come up with the characters from the Harry Potter books or with the Wizarding World concept. All those rights go to JK Rowling. I however do not support JK's views and if you do, you best not continue reading.

"You're going to die." She whispered. Dumbledore chuckled awkwardly, patting the eleven year old reassuringly, "I'm one hundred and fifty one, that's a little inevitable I'm afraid, my dear." The first year shook her head softly, a little frustration creeping into her expression, "you're going to die in eight years. Professor Snape's going to spell you off the astronomy tower, sir." Delphi Lovegood is a puzzle wrapped in a mystery, with a side serving of Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Is it any surprise the Weasley twins can't keep their eyes off her? But why is she so reluctant to look back? What does she see?

SHE'S THE THIRD TWIN-without the red hair or the last name. Quick-witted, fiercely loyal, and a menace with a wand, Carys Delling has spent six years as Fred and George Weasley's ride-or-die. Detention buddies. Business partners. Chaos co-conspirators. They're the kind of inseparable that makes people wonder how many lines have already been crossed. But Carys knows the rules. Best friends don't fall in love-especially not with Fred Weasley. Especially not when he's always looking at someone else. So she keeps the truth buried under jokes and jinxes, pretending her heart doesn't race when he grins at her like she's the only person in the room. She tells herself this is enough. That being by his side, even if he never sees her that way, is worth the ache in her chest. But feelings don't stay quiet forever. Not when Hogwarts is changing, the future is closing in, and Fred-reckless, brilliant Fred-is starting to look at her a little differently. Like maybe he's been missing something that's been right there all along. Carys Delling doesn't lose. Not at Quidditch. Not in a prank war. And definitely not at love. So why does this feel like falling?

⤷ "what i feel for you seems less of earth and more of cloudless heaven" - victor hugo ✰ [p.o.a. to d.h.] [g.weasley] ✰ published: 11.09.2020 finished: ✰ DISCLAIMER: i in no way, shape, or form support j*r and her transphobic views. while i've always had a love for the harry potter series, she needs to be held accountable and criticized for not only her transphobia, but also for the racism, antisemitism, and misogyny ingrained throughout her books. if you disagree with any of the points above, please click off my story immediately ✰

George Weasley x Original female character

Maude Avery has a body stashed in her attic. As the child of one of the wizarding world's most notorious Death Eaters, maybe this is to be expected. But the body isn't intended for dark magic or a vile experiment. It's the only way to keep Fred Weasley from crossing over the veil entirely. After attempting to rescue the prankster during the Battle of Hogwarts, Maude is stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, more accurately, between the body of Fred and his spiritual form, who has yet to give her a moment of peace since his appearance. And she thought Peeves was a pain in the arse.

"George! Great you're here" Cassie said almost out of breath after an hour of running around the castle looking for him. "I am.." the boy said, confused. "What did you need?" "I need you to be my boyfriend" George almost fell on his ass. ; or Cassandra Price asks her best friend George Weasley to help her make her ex boyfriend jealous without knowing of the very real feelings that said bestfriend has for her

It was never about dying. It was about daring to live.

"To die will be an awfully big adventure." As many as the Diggory siblings read over the line neither one of them were expecting to experience or witness death at such a young age. But it is the only line that Thea can focus on after her brother was murdered during the Triwizard Tournament. Every night since it happened, Thea finds herself with the book in her lap, her parents haven't spoken since the funeral and it's almost like she doesn't exist anymore. She was never really out there to begin with, not like Cedric but at least he paid attention to her, he reminded her that she was special, even during times that she didn't believe it. When it comes time to return to school, Thea suddenly finds herself surrounded by people. People that have never spoken to her in the six years that she's attended Hogwarts. All of them, offering their condolences, willing to lend a listening ear if she wished to talk about it, but what was there to talk about? Cedric was dead, and he wasn't coming back. She doesn't want to speak with these strangers, she doesn't want their pity, all Thea wants is to be left alone. There is one soul that can see how much the girl is hurting without her brother, but he's seen the faces she's given whenever someone approaches. George Weasley understands he can't approach Thea as he normally would with others. But all he wants to do is see her smile again because seeing Thea's distraught face does not settle well with him at all. So, he starts off small, tripping over his own feet around her, in hopes of getting a laugh. However, it doesn't seem to work until the first frost comes and while he isn't trying to fall, he slips on ice dragging his brother down with him and finally, he hears a laugh. It's not easy for Thea to heal with Umbridge coming to Hogwarts, but George has every plan to help her. This plot was originally created by @PseudoNymphadora/@kmbell92

Dakota: I ran the moment I turned twenty-one. Not because I was reckless. Not because I was ungrateful. Because staying would have killed me. My family called it love. I called it survival. They dressed me up, paraded me, whispered filth about me when they thought I couldn't hear. Treated me like something to be traded. Used. Owned. So I left. No plan. No protection. Just hope. The night of the ball was supposed to be a fresh start. Chandeliers like fallen stars, music floating through silk and champagne. For the first time, I felt almost free. Then I felt his eyes. He stood across the ballroom like sin given a body. Black hair, sharp jaw, broad shoulders that filled his suit perfectly. Green eyes that didn't look-they measured. They owned. When he looked at me, I should have been afraid. Instead, I felt chosen. Dangerous felt safer than going back home. ⸻ Ashton: I don't believe in coincidence. I believe in opportunity. I went to that ball to secure alliances, smile at men I despise, remind my family I am no pawn. They want obedience. Quiet. A wife who keeps me exactly where they want me. I don't do obedience. Then I saw her. Brown hair down her back, soft eyes too soft for a room like that. Five-foot-five of light in a world of wolves. She didn't belong. Which meant she belonged to me. She looked at me like I wasn't a monster. Her first mistake. I'm not a good man. Men twice her size fear me. My own family watches me like I'm a loaded weapon. But she didn't flinch. She smiled. God help her, she smiled. I need a wife. Someone untouched by my family's poison. Someone I can marry fast, claim faster, and use as a shield. She needs protection. I took her. Cold. Clean. She thinks I saved her. She doesn't know she's just stepped into a cage far worse than the one she ran from.