The Love I Found in You (A George Weasley Love Story)

Lunch in Diagon Alley

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters except Danielle, Henry, Phillip, and Marisa. Everyone else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Lunch in Diagon Alley

            I woke up on August fifth from a dream about George. It was only us talking at Fleur’s wedding but it was still a great dream. Better than the one I’ve been having since Chris died. That one was him dying. Every night, I’d relive watching Death Eaters kill him. So this dream, talking with George, was a relief to have. I stretched out on the bed and yawned. My apartment was just a room with a living room, kitchen, and small bathroom. My bed was in the living room and served as a couch and dining table. I had a fridge, an oven, a TV I hardly watched, and a bookshelf filled with books. My bathroom had a toilet and a shower and was even cramped for one person. I wonder what George’s apartment was like. Or flat like he said. I wonder if his was as shabby as mine. I haven’t seen him since the wedding and tried going to his joke shop but it was closed. I wonder if it was because of what happened at the weddng.

            I took a deep breath and sat up. I guess it was time to get up and start the day; even though I didn’t have anywhere to be until that night when I had to work. I hated that I couldn’t sleep for more than five hours. It was a curse. I took off my sweats and tank top then grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I put on a wristband to hide my scars and went over to the window to let some fresh air in. I sat in the window seal and looked down at the street below. Wizards and witches were walking up and down the street and in and out of the different shops. All of them had worried expressions on their faces. I hated what Lord Voldemort was doing to the wizarding world; destroying families and torturing innocent people. What has the world come to?

            I summoned a cup of coffee to come over to me and I drank it as I watched out the window. I caught a glimpse of red hair walking down the street and I squinted my eyes to see who it was. As he got closer, I realized it was George. A grin crossed my face and I yelled, “George!” He looked around curiously and I laughed. “Look up!” He did and I waved at him.

            A smiled crossed his face and he said, “Hey! You didn’t lie to me after all!”

            “You thought I lied?!”

            I could hear him laugh and he nodded. “Yeah! I came by the other day but you weren’t there or at the Leaky Cauldron!”

            “Yeah! I ran to Hogsmeade!” I grinned. “And what happened to your shop?! I went by the other day but it’s closed!”

            “Long story!” He looked around at the people watching our conversation then looked back up at me. “Do you want to come down or can I come up?! It’s weird yelling like this!”

            My heart jumped. I really didn’t want George to see my apartment so I’d just go down there. “I’ll be down in a second! Just gotta get on my shoes!”

            “I’ll be waiting!”

            I grinned and closed the window. I put my coffee cup on the nightstand by my bed and slipped into a pair of Converse before grabbing my wand and keys and purse and leaving my apartment. The door led outside and there were stairs going down the side of the ice cream shop. I locked my door before walking down the stairs and George was waiting for me at the bottom.

            “Hello, stranger. Long time, no see.” I joked as I stood by him.

            He laughed. “That’s true. I thought maybe the Death Eaters had gotten you.”