#battle of hogwarts
George x reader / A dream is a wish your heart makes
A/N Titles obviously comes from Cinderella ❤️ final George x reader story for a while, I’ll try and do some more stuff. Please request/send prompts. Involves angst and fluff. Warnings for grief. This was so cute to write. I kind of got the idea from Gilmore girls with Luke’s dark day and everything. A/N
(Y/W/J) = Your wizarding job
All day wizards of all kinds along with knowing muggles had been toasting and celebrating. You enjoyed hearing the cheers as you walked past but knew that not everyone would be joining in the celebrations.
Yes, 5 years ago had been the downfall of one of the most evilest wizards in history but it had also been the day that many had fallen in the battle including one of your best friends, Fred Weasley who was also you’re husband’s twin brother.
It was a rough day. It seemed to be that as soon as George realised what day it was, he shut off from the world.
It hurt you to see him this way but there was no way you could pull him out of it as much as you tried. So you left him the day to grieve. Occasionally it would turn in to a majority of the week and you accepted it.
This was one of those times. You had rarely seen him leave the bedroom all week, he hadn’t shaved and he only really wore his pyjamas.
So when you came home to see your husband laid flat out on the sofa, you smiled sadly and went to kneel next to him.
You stroked his messy hair. “Georgie.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear. You hated to wake him but he needed to eat and you had your suspicions that he hadn’t yet today. He stirred and slowly blinked his eyes open whilst yawning a little. He saw your smiling face and his lips twitched slightly.
“I brought back pizza.” His smile got a little bigger as you showed him the large box. He sat up and took a slice as you sat with him. He shared the blanket that was over him and rested his head on your shoulder. Silence filled the house but it was a usual silence, not awkward or uncomfortable- just there.
You stroked your husband’s hair as he ate, smiling at the thought of how lucky you are.
George ate a couple of slices before brushing his hands on his pyjamas. More silence settled between you until it was broke by a small sob. You felt George shake next to you and moved to look at him, still stroking his hair. You looked at him sadly. Tears were pouring down his face and it broke your heart. You kissed away some of his tears, having an idea of what or who was going through his mind.
You got up and took his hand which was trying to wipe away his tears. Without a word between you, you led him to the bedroom. He laid down and you joined him. He cuddled into your side out of comfort and you thought about how not many people saw this vulnerable side to him, how many saw his tough confident and jokey exterior. It all just made you love him more because you knew he trusted you, the same as you trusted him with your life.
Your hand found his hair again, stroking it once more absentmindedly. He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing as he relaxed, his sobs subsiding. You began to hum a small tune, you knew from growing up and that had always made you feel better.
George had grown accustomed to your muggle taste in music and movies. He knew you loved Disney as that’s what you typically sang to him and just generally around the house. But he knew Cinderella was your all time favourite, he always put the movie on when your were sick and always made sure to treat you like the princess that she was because to him that’s what you were.
“A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you’re fast asleep.” George smiled into your shoulder and sighed happily. You sang softly into his ear, nuzzling it slightly.
“In dreams you will lose your heartaches, whatever you wish for you keep.” You feel George begin to sleep and smiled once more as you sang. “Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through.” The line prompted you to think of Fred and George’s dream of a joke shop and how it was and still is a roaring success. You thought about your own dream of becoming a (Y/W/J) and how George had supported you through it all. You were there for each other and that would never ever change.
“No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, that dream that you wish will come true.” As you sang the last line, you felt a feeling of contempt in your heart at being able to be this man’s wife from now till forever. And just as silence filled the house once more and you drifted off to sleep, you heard George sleepily say something into your neck. You were surprised thinking he had been sleeping.
“I love you (y/n).” You couldn’t help but smile broadly as you replied to him.
“I love you too Georgie.” You whispered it to him, words just for him and you felt him smile into your neck as he went back to sleep.
And although they were the only 4 words he had spoken to you all day, it didn’t matter because they still brought the same racing, butterfly feeling that you had felt all those years ago when you sat across from him in the three broomsticks as a young student.
And that’s all that mattered between the two of you. As long as there was an unconditional love, it didn’t matter what happened or what you each went through because you had the best husband in the world.
Also reblogging some Georgie fic for today but this one is a lot angstier with some cuteness in it
I was just reminded that today is the 21st anniversary of the battle of Hogwarts and Fred’s death. I’m not okay
24 years ago, some may think it’s fictional but it’s just as painful as everything else in this beautiful magical fandom ♥️
Here we are once again, May 2nd, remembering them all
Inktober day 24 - Extinct
Fred and George are among my favorite characters of the series, so *that* scene from the Battle of Hogwarts was very hard to read
There are names that every child in the Wizarding World knows.
Remus Lupin
Nymphadora Tonks
Fred Weasley
Colin Creevey
Alastor Moody
Names made famous by the survivors, by the ones who lived and triumphed and made their names known.
But there are names lost to that time of terror, names which vanished into the ether with their bearer’s last breath.
The Hampton family, who were crossing the Brockdale Bridge at the exact wrong time.
The kindly witch in Kent who took in Muggle-born orphans and died trying to protect them from a Death Eater raid.
The 34 orphans living with her at the time.
Their parents, dragged into the Ministry and disappeared, while they ran and ran and ran.
The bodies that burned behind Malfoy manor, unknown and uncared for.
The unknown fighters who fell at the Battle of Hogwarts, disfigured beyond recognition and without family to miss them
So many others, lost to hunger and fear, to torture and prejudice.
Don’t forget the unknown names, the ones without a voice to speak for them. They tried to erase them from this world, sure that they were inconsequential.
Prove them wrong.
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Battle of Hogwarts + coming out prompt: “How long?”
Mrs Weasley hit her eldest son on the arm giving him a harsh look, but now everyone was looking at him.
Oliver hadn’t thought. As soon as he heard which ward Percy had been put in, he had apparated to St Mungo. He didn’t prepare himself to be faced with the whole Weasley clan who had heard where Percy was found and were able to tell he was there as something more than a friend.
Percy was currently being checked up so the eight Weasleys and Oliver were standing out of the door waiting for the signal they could go in. It had been an awful awkward silence until Bill spoke up. Full on my ao3
