George Weasley Full Name Novels & Stories

“Sо, tеll me аbоut уоur nерhеw.” Blаkе glаnсеѕ оvеr, and I саn ѕее he’s bееn dеер in thought, too. “George іѕ a lеgеnd, hе’ѕ ѕеvеn, and Brеndа, mу ѕіѕtеr, іѕ dоіng a grеаt jоb rаіѕіng him. His dad bаіlеd еаrlу on, so hе’ѕ рrеttу сlоѕе wіth his mоm.”

I say in a mocking tone. (No offense to any George's out there ~Author) "We are naming our son George" Theo says with finality. I pause and glare at him, his facial expression turns meek, he looks away nervously and than back at me. "Maybe Ron?" He suggests another name that slips a smile from my stern expression, a relieved look crosses his feature. "Ron it is than" he says happily. "No George, Ron or Don!" I shake my head vigorously "I'll name our son Hector" I fondly smile.

"The truth is, I had no idea who you were until the accident happened. There are too many people in the school—too many people from all the southern packs—and that makes for many universes within the school itself. So you never got on the radar of the people I cared about—the people in my pack." "Well, that's very sincere of you, but you didn't have to find out from anyone but the source itself," I said firmly. "I know, they said a lot of things about you, from being some kind of harpy to being descended from vampires," George said humorously, and I smiled. "That's why I decided to meet the real person, not the girl who's on everyone's lips, because she seems to have William Walker trailing

I needed to know if they got him. “No, we didn’t,” Wyatt said. “But you’re safe.” “I know.” I was slurring my words because I was so tired. “What about his son?” I felt Wyatt sit up suddenly. “Whose son, Kacela?” he asked, sharply. “George’s son. He was nice to me.” I was sinking fast and couldn’t focus anymore. “What was his name, Kacela? It’s important, baby. Can you tell me George’s son’s name?” Wyatt was insistent. I could hear the nurse scolding him.

The low hum of their anger filled the air, making her hair stand on end. “She doesn’t know who you are.” Caspian inhaled. “And I can smell the pack on you.” “Hell fucking no,” he said. “Look, my name is George Foster. I was born one minute before Ava. We shared a womb, but I was born without the wolf gene. They could smell how different I was, and I was forced to be separate from her. It’s why … I’m the reason they harmed her.” Ava frowned. “What?”

“What?” “Your baby.” He nustled his nose on Sev’s hair and I tightened my fist not to lose grip of my emotions. “I named him after dad,” I answered which was not a lie. Severus’ middle name was my dad’s first name. I always wanted my kids to have my parents’ names as their middle names. “It’s Thornton.”

He had been her Alpha at one point," Finn is his middle name." Eloise's face lit up," okay so maybe that makes things easier? If Finn is his middle name, then what is his given? We could use that!" She smiled brightly. Goddess that smile. "I don't want to use my father's name." "Gideon," I hummed at the thought. It wasn't a name associated with my father's legacy. Cinnabar grumbled at the thought, but seemed less angered by it. "Gideon," Eloise was repeating it like she was testing the way it sounded," Gideon Krause of Ash Walker. Do you like that?"

She held Gareth with one hand and was about to close her eyes when Gareth suddenly screamed. “What is it?” Vera asked. “I have something to say,” Gareth licked his lips, “From now on, I chose to use the name my mother gave me at birth. My name is no longer Gareth Muffson. My name is Leonard Angelo” Bola shook his head with disappointment. Why was the man found of making jokes with serious matters? “Let go, son,” Vera chuckled and close her eyes. A small wherry wind steered into the library and covered them. It took some seconds and they were no more. They had vanished into the thin air.

I replied unaware of the tension in the air. "G, being a while" Paul said as he and George exchanged handshakes. G? Again? "Hey, why does everyone call you G?" I asked as the boys gave me a puzzled expression. "Only a few people know his real name and his thus addressed as "G" " Felix replied shaking his head at me. "What do you call him then?" David asked. I shrugged "George. Isn't that the full meaning of G?" I asked as I tapped George. George chuckled "Yeah yeah" He replied as the boys wore surprised expressions.

“That was the plan. Clean. Quiet. But you lived.” He spat blood onto the floor. “And because you lived,” he went on, “she lived instead. The traitor among you.” My stomach twisted. “Who?” I demanded. He smiled—slow, cruel, satisfied. “Do you even know her real name?” he asked. “Joanna Weasley. Nice, clean alias. But Sophia Lee?” He laughed again, short and sharp. “Never was. Never will be.” The words hit harder than any punch. “She’s more than just NSA,” he continued. “Much more. That was the cover. Always was.”