George froze at the contact, not expecting the hug. He ruffled the boy’s hair affectionately before wrapping his arms around him and giving him a squeeze, sniffing and trying to compose himself. “I know it’s hard to understand, mate. You didn’t grow up in the times I did. You haven’t experienced loss yet. But that’s a good thing, I hope your much older than me before you understand.”

He slunk back from the hug and frowned. If there was one thing he couldn’t understand, it was loss. Death was something Albus had never witnessed, had never really got because it was post-war and he lived in luxury. He always watched how others responded, but he couldn’t grasp it. It was too foreign for him to understand. He was puzzled on what to say or do next.

"I wish I could help," Albus said softly. "Wish I could do something. For you and Mum, and Teddy," he said quietly.

George smiled weakly. "I do too. I wish there was something I could do. But I don't think there is, mate." He squeezed the boy's shoulder. "But that's nothing you should be worrying about, you're just a kid. Just be happy you didn't have to go through what your parents did, yeah?"

"Oh bloody hell…" He rubbed his temple. "Fine you get one sip. But you’re not going to like it. Burns like hell, and doesn’t taste that much better." The ginger sighed, hoping he wasn’t going to have to look forward to an angry visit from his little sister.

Albus took a sip and winced, trying to look like he enjoyed it. He didn’t, and he was pretty sure the stuff he’s had before was mixed or flavoured or something. “Tasteslike goblin piss,” he complained. “Like a dragon shit fire into goblin piss.”

He handed the bottle back to his uncle, grimacing.

George smirked, proud of himself and glad the boy didn't care for it. He didn't need to develop a drinking habit at his age. He laughed at his nephew's description, he wasn't wrong. "It's an acquired taste, mate. Told you ya wouldn't like it."

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He laughed softly. “Well maybe you’ll be lucky and they’ll be well-behaved, or all studious like Percy, just hopefully not as much of a prat.” He stood back up, straightening and taking his hand from her stomach. “Well at least you know they’ll be lookers.”

"I ‘ope so. I do not know ‘ow your mother looked after all of you and your trouble. I am not as strong as ‘er. I need well-behaved." 

There was no doubt that the new addition to their family would be beautiful, with Fleur’s Veela beauty and Bill’s handsomeness were could they go wrong.  

George laughed softly. "I have no idea how she managed so well. No woman stronger than my mum, but I'm sure she'd be happy to give you pointers." He beamed. "Handful or not, I'm sure you'll be a great mum."

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"Yes, I’m a seventh year," She answered with a laugh and a nod, "I just turned 17." Placing the pygmy puff on her shoulder where it tucked itself against her neck, following him to the product. "I’ll be sure to use the product in my room then." She grinned, luckily she was a hufflepuff, so it wasn’t uncommon.

"Good good, wouldn't want to get in trouble with some overzealous parents." He picked up a box covered in blinding pink packaging and handed it to her. "And Happy birthday. Your room is probably the best place to use it, though I've heard of witches using them during classes to better enjoy their time."

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She watched him carefully. England? He dressed strangely, not like any Londoner she had ever met. "London, as well." A strange tingling sensation began to travel up her spine and into her fingers. It was slight, but she couldn't help but think this man was connected to it. "I'm Orchid."

He gave her a polite nod, still hoping he was successful in his attempt to maintain damage control. "Nice to meet a fellow Londoner." he replied extending his hand. "George Weasley."

He snickered. “Well he was known for snogging girls in abandoned classrooms after hours. So, for all I know he could have been shagging blokes in loos. But I think I’d’ve heard about it. Thirst for knowledge though? Definitely Percy.”

"Shagging Blokes might’ve come from Uncle Ron," he teased. "And like Uncle Percy I like grammar and structure and rules," he said in his best attempt at dry humor, which wasn’t hard. He was only kidding about structure and rules, seeing as structure was anything but his bedroom.  He was not a neat person by nature.

George laughed happily. “You know, before he got with Hermione, I always thought him and your dad had a thing. I had a bet going with Fred on how long it’d take them to come out. Guess I’m glad I lost, you wouldn’t be around if I’d won.” George laughed. “I’m glad to say you haven’t inherited anything from Percy.”

"Dad and Uncle Ron? Thats interesting. I can’t see Dad with anyone but Mum. Maybe it’s just because I can’t see Dad being anything but old. Just like I can’t see him painted like everyone does—he’s always going to be that awkward grown up in those broomstick boxers Mum bought him. If you bet on me being queer you’d win. I don’t think I have inherited anything." He laughed.

"Oi you should have seen him when he was a kid. All skinny and glasses, clothes too big. And Ron, always by his side. Blimey they met before they even made it to the train and were attached at the hip ever since!." He chuckled, wondering what it was like to be so blind to the circumstances of the war, to what Harry did, what he symbolized. "Well yeah, he's your dad. And he may be a normal bloke, but that doesn't mean he's not special. He's one of the most normal weirdos I know."

George shrugged. “Likes Scorpius all you want, mate. But I’ll never have anything to do with the blokes dad. I’ve got no reason to forgive any of the crap he put me and every friend I had through during school, and I’m certainly not going to forget it. I don’t know why Harry tolerates him so well. He’s never apologized to me or anyone else for all I know.”

"Me," Albus says."Dad tolerates him because he’s my best friend. And like me, he’s stuck in the shadow of his father. It’s hard," he told his uncle."Being Dad’s son. It’s a lot harder than others think. And I think Mister Malfoy’s rather attractive. I guess I’ve a thing for blonds," he blushed.

"Well yeah, I can imagine it’s right rough having a giant gitty ferret as a dad. That’s why I’m fine with the boy." He shrugged. "I don’t doubt being Harry’s kid is hard, lots of pressure and all that, I get it, and for the record I think your doing a good job of it. But eccckkk." He wrinkled his nose and made a disgusted choking noise. "I like blondes too but I could never be into that prat."

Albus turned red.”Well, Scorpius is very different. He’s smart and handsome and poised. He’s my best friend. He’s not a prat,” Al defended.

"Fine fine, I'm sure the blokes great. But don't expect me to go easy on his dad. Like I said, I've got no problems with Scorpius, its Draco I don't like."

"Ugh." He grunted with a roll of the eyes and a heavy tone of disgust. "Well yeah, family is important, but only the good parts. I mean Percy is one thing, boring and stuck up. But Harry’s family is something else entirely.” He shook his head. “Glad he’s never invited me, I’d end up in hexin’ that fat cousin of his.”

Albus cocked a brow at his uncle. “Uncle Dudley’s not fat,” he told George. And it was true, he had muscled out from what his dad had told them, becoming more mature and grown up than when they were children.”But it’s so boring,” he said dramatically. “Imagine being with Grams when you’re forced to go see Great-Great-Auntie Muriel. Uncle Dudley’s house is all nice and clean and you just sit there and those cousins are muggles and they’re so boring muggles. Like even Uncle Percy alphabetizing books is better.”

"He was fat as a pig when I saw him last." He said with another wrinkle of his nose. George laughed at Albus’s distress. "Believe me, mate. I can imagine. I’m really bloody glad he’s never tried to get me to visit that part of the family. Ugh." He made another gagging noise. "Pretty sure I’d get myself banned from the home before tea was made,"

"Dad likes us to visit them every year. James has tried and it didn’t work," Albus said with a small smile. "But, they just laugh at him being a kid and then continue on. But Great-Great-Auntie Muriel is probably the worst to visit. She has an opinion on everything and all those tabloids she believes to be truth! I hate visiting her.” He frowned.

"Ugh." he rolled his eyes, understand the boy's plight well. "I can imagine mate. Why do you think I avoid the family get togethers if they aren't at the Burrow. I don't want to deal with all that bollocks."

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