Fred George Weasley Novels & Stories

I straddled him to deepen the kiss when we heard a whistle behind us. “If I had known you guys would give this kind of show, I would’ve brought popcorn.” I broke away to see George and Harry walking towards them. I jumped up to greet them, pulling them both into a hug. “What are you guys doing here?!” “You think we’ll leave you going against a crazy witch without our help. Besides, I have never seen a grimoire up close before,” Harry said with a sparkle in his eye. I looked at George, who rolled his eyes as Harry gushed about the books Mirja let him keep.

Globetrotting George woke up with a scream, surrounded by his captors. The pain from the cut on his stomach was excruciating, and he knew that the witches had mixed potions and spells on the knife they used to cut him. But George was alive, thanks to his quick thinking. He had called out Lucia's name before they could finish him off. He knew that Lucia was Mother Helga's granddaughter, and he hoped that this would save him. The witches had let loose the bindings on his eyes, which allowed him to see the scary place he was in. But they were determined to find out how George knew Lucia's name and what he was looking for in Hazelwood Coven.

She shakes her head at me, tsking. “I wouldn’t blame her if she did.” She says as a throwaway statement before walking out. I stare at her retreating figure, her words lingering in my head, Zara is in a relationship with George . George ? I can’t trace whoever he is, I can’t even remember ever seeing him among the light pack and I think one thing, that George probably wasn’t a wolf, maybe he was with another pack outside almight town or maybe not. Or maybe he was a vampire.

They exuded an air of quiet confidence, their expressions guarded yet welcoming. George turned to Maggie and spoke with a sense of purpose in his voice. "Maggie, I want you to meet Harry and Elizabeth," he said, motioning towards the couple who were now seated at the edge of the room. Harry, a tall and rugged man with a charismatic aura, wore a weathered leather jacket, while Elizabeth, a striking woman with fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders, exuded a quiet strength. "You wanted to know the people responsible for my son's ability to control his powers," George continued, his voice steady. "Well, this is the pack my late wife belonged to and it was their werewolf pack who played a c

"What is it? Ambrose asked when he saw Theodore getting tensed and nervous. "Your granddaughter is about to arrive," Theodore said before adding, "I'm going to bring her and Dotty here." "Ah. The future queen or king is about to arrive." Crystal Cornell spoke with a smile. She was the former werewolf queen and grandmother of Steve Weasley. In fact, she was the one who was going to lead both vampires and werewolves tonight. While Scarlett Wright was going to lead the witches and wizards present there. While Oliver, Owen, and Oscar were going to lead the hunters.

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."