The Other Potter (George Weasley)

Seven.

Harry became restless over that Summer. Especially when his scar started hurting him. The only time his scar hurt is when Lord Voldemort is near. He didn’t think anything of it, he was more excited about going to stay with the Weasley’s for the Quidditch World Cup and then spend the rest of the Summer holidays there.

Harry and I had spent the end of the Holidays once before, right before our second year. When Ron, Fred, and George had come to rescue us in their families flying car when Uncle Vernon put bars on our window and would only allow us out of our room twice a day for bathroom breaks. He was trying to keep us in our room so we would miss the Hogwarts Express and then we wouldn’t be allowed to go back to Hogwarts at all.
   
That was two years ago now. Aunt Petunia had put our cousin Dudley on a diet since his school nurse said they didn’t stock clothes big enough for him. We were eating grapefruit for breakfast when the letter from the Weasley’s came. Mrs. Weasley had put so many stamps on the envelope that the only things that were visible were the addresses.
   
It was her asking if Harry and I could attend the Quidditch World Cup with them and their family. Uncle Vernon was irate that we had given them the address, but he was happy to get rid of us for the rest of the Summer so he allowed us to go.
   
Harry wrote to Ron, telling him that Uncle Vernon said we could go to the World Cup with his family, Ron wrote back right away, saying they’d come get us on the Sunday before the World Cup. He said that his family was coming to get us whether the Dursley’s said yes or not, but his mother thought it was polite to ask anyway. Harry wrote to Sirius as well, telling him if we wanted to contact him again, that we would be at the Weasley’s for the rest of the Summer, and sent his owl Hedwig on her way to him.
   
By 12 the next afternoon, both of us were packed and ready to go. Our Aunt, Uncle, and cousin were very tense knowing that the Weasley’s were coming to get us. We didn’t know how many of them were coming. I knew we could expect at least Mr. or Mrs. Weasley, if not both of them, and Ron as well I knew that Hermonie was there with them. I knew that when George found out that they were coming to get me he’d want to come as well, and if George came Fred would be there too. Also, Ginny would want to tag along too, since she has a little crush on Harry.
   
There was the possibility of seven people coming to get us. I could be wrong, and it could only be Mr. Weasley and Ron that would show up to get Harry and I. I had no idea. When 5 o’clock came and went Uncle Vernon thought it was hilarious that they were late. Then it happened, in the fireplace. They had used floo powder.
   
The problem with this was that Uncle Vernon kept the fireplace locked up, so the Weasley’s couldn’t get through. I could hear Mr. Weasley speaking to Fred, he said there was a mistake and to tell George to go back. Then Ron tried to pop in as well, and he was very confused that he couldn’t get through the fireplace and that everyone was backed up. So that was Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron all in the fireplace trying to get in. Uncle Vernon was not happy about this, at all.
   
Harry called to them, telling them that the fireplace had been blocked up, and then Mr. Weasley told us to stand back and Mr. Weasley blasted the fireplace open and then the Weasley’s were in our living room. “Hi George,” I greet him as he exits the fireplace.
   
“Hi Savannah,” he greets me back, smiling wide and waving to me.
   
“It’s like I’m not even here, and I thought I was your friend,” says Ron, pretending to sound offended.
   
“Hi Ron,” I greet him, and then I look to George’s twin brother, “Hi Fred.”
   
“Hey Savannah,” Fred greeted me, smiling.
   
George walked over to me then, and he pulled me into a quick hug before taking my trunk for me. “You can go on ahead before me if you’d like. I’ll take your trunk for you, alright beautiful?” Dudley sniggered at the sound of anyone ever calling me beautiful.
   
“Did you just call her beautiful,” sniggered Dudley, “That’s rich!”
   
“She is beautiful,” said George as he shot Dudley a dirty look, which made Dudley back down right away. What Dudley didn’t know though is that even though George was taller and looked like he was an of age wizard, he was still only 16 and not allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts, so George couldn’t do anything to him.
   
George handed me some Floo Powder and I said goodbye to my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin before I left for the Burrow, where I was greeted by Hermione and Ginny right away. When everyone had returned from picking up Harry and I, the twins were gloating about how they had left a trick sweet behind from Dudley to eat. Tongue-Ton Toffee, they called it. It was a product for the Joke Shop that they have decided to want to run when they’re finished with school. It makes your tongue swell and grow to abnormal sizes. The thought of that happening to Dudley made me cry from laughing so hard.
   
Mr. Weasley was not happy with Fred for leaving the sweet to tempt Dudley. He said that his tongue ws four feet long before the Dursley’s would let him use magic to fix it. The twins didn’t take this seriously, they actually laughed at this and they seemed proud of themselves for this. Mr. Weasley yelled at his twin sons, telling them that what they did to Dudley was wrong. He was not happy with them at all but the twins just shrugged their dad off acting like they had done nothing wrong.
   
Ron and Hermione showed Harry to Ron’s room and me to Ginny’s room while Mrs. Weasley teared into her twin sons as well. Percy popped out to say hello to us, but then went right back into his room. As many years as I have known them now, I’ve never been with the entire Weasley family at the same time like this.
   
The two oldest Weasley sons were home for the Quidditch World Cup, and Harry, Hermione, and I were excited to meet them for the first time. Charlie was home from working with dragons in Romania. Charlie was built similar to his other five brothers. Tall and thin, with long red hair like the rest of them. He had a broad, good natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned. His arms were muscular, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.
   
Bill, the oldest Weasley child, stood and went to shake mine and Harry’s hand. Bill worked at the Wizard bank Gringotts as a Curse Breaker. He had also been a Prefect and Head Boy like his brother Percy during his time at Hogwarts. I had always imagined Bill to be like an older version of Percy. Stuck up, fussy about rule-breaking, and fond of bossing everyone around, but he was the opposite. He was actually very cool. He was tall and thin, like all of the other Weasley boys, with long hair that was always pulled back into a ponytail resting at the back of his neck. He wore an earring that looked like it had a fang dangling from it. Bill’s clothes wouldn’t look out of place at a rock concert, complete with dragon hide boots.
   
We sat outside for dinner, because the table inside wasn’t big enough for all of us to sit at. George sat right next to me, and I didn’t mind it all. I wanted him to sit next to me. I’ve been thinking about it lately, and I didn’t care what Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon thought anymore, I liked George Weasley and he liked me back, it was time that I told him that. I just needed to get him alone to talk to him about it. The thing was, George and I were never alone to talk, so I didn’t know when I would get a chance to talk to him.