Summary: Whitney and Elizabeth Granger are the younger sisters of Hermione Granger. They are also twins. When the Granger family stays with the Weasleys for Ron and Hermione's wedding Whitney meets George. To be more specific they meet at the joke shop then later at dinner. As the two families grow closer, so do George and Whitney. But when a terrible loss strikes the Granger family can George help Whitney through it? Likewise, can Whitney help George mend his broken soul? Was this really a random meeting or was there some greater force at work? Maybe it was fate.
A girl with frizzy brown hair and dark blue eyes hidden behind a pair of thick, black rimmed glasses hurried along behind her Mum and Dad. There was a small caramel colored dog padding along at her right. Her slim, heart-shaped face was flushed red from exertion. A black back bag bounced against her side. It was filled with clothes and necessities for a stay with her older sister.
"Couldn't we get something at a muggle store?" Whitney asked her Mum. "I actually know the currency for those places." She hefted her backpack further on her shoulder and pushed up her glasses.
"Don't be silly Whit. We're going to meet wizards! We should get something appropriate." Jean Granger replied to her daughter.
"But Hermione said Mr. Weasley is mad about muggle appliances." Jean gave her a glare and she looked at her boot clad feet. "All I'm saying-"
"All I'm saying is that Hermione is getting married. We've only met the Weasleys a few times before. It's important to make a real impression this time Whitney Elizabeth."
A similar looking girl standing beside Jean looked back and smirked. 'You got called Whitney Anne' her blue eyes said. Whitney stuck out her tongue at the twin. Her sister reciprocated.
"Elizabeth, stop bothering your sister." Jean stopped outside of a store. "This place looks promising." She looked at her youngest daughters. "Would you two like to go look around? There's a bookstore right around the corner."
Whitney nodded, pulling her sister along.
"Can you believe this?" Elizabeth finally said. "Our sister, our Hermione is getting married!" Whitney just nodded. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "C'mon! Whit, be happy! Plus, it's almost Christmas!" She nodded again. Elizabeth sighed in exasperation. "You're impossible around the holidays."
"She's leaving us you know. Hermione that is. She's going to go riding off into the sunset with her red-headed Prince Charming and forget us." Whitney blurted suddenly.
Elizabeth blinked in shock. "You said the same thing when she went off to Hogwarts. Minus the Prince part." She stopped and pointed to a store. "Why don't we skip the stuffy old book place and go in there. It looks fun."
Whitney looked up at the building. WEASLEYS WIZARD WHEEZES the sign read. So Hermione's fiancée had entrepreneurs in the family. Very interesting. "You thinking what I'm thinking my dear twin?"
Elizabeth smiled. "Why of course!" The two of them smiled at each other and walked in. "Whoa!" She exclaimed when something whizzed by her head. The girl walked over to a shelf, laughing in delight at the product. "Whit, check this out! Instant Irish Accent Breath Spray."
Whitney picked it up and took off the cap. "Open wide." She pressed on the on it and sprayed liquid into her sister's mouth. "Well, say something."
"Why can't I spray you?"
Whitney felt her mouth fall open. "Bloody hell Lizzie! You're Irish now!" She laughed in delight.
At the other side of the store, George Weasley looked up from the counter. George had been helping some kid find the perfect things to prank his older brother. But when he heard that laugh, he had to see where it came from. Two girls were standing at a shelf close to the door. Obviously, they were twins. George's heart did a funny little squeeze. He could clearly remember when that had been him and Fred laughing and goofing off. Now that would never happen again. His other half had been killed in the Battle of Hogwarts. The girl who had been laughing looked at him. A light frown momentarily passed over her lips before being replaced by a glowing smile.
George found himself staring. The girl was tall and thin, yet curvy in the right places. Her dark eyes were bright with humor but George could sense something beneath the surface. Something dark and sad. Brown hair fell into her face making George want to go over and brush it away. Her lips were red and puffy and completely beautiful. She was beautiful. And her laugh was amazing. George finished helping the boy and walked over.
"Hello." He said. "I'm George Weasley. The owner of this fine establishment." He waved his arm around the shop.
"I'm-"
"Whitney Anne! Elizabeth Mary! Where are the two of you?" Came a call from outside. Whitney looked back at George and smiled.
"That's our queue. Goodbye George Weasley. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around." She turned to leave but George grabbed her arm. "Yes?"
"Which one are you? Whitney Anne or Elizabeth Mary."
Whitney looked at her sister who smirked. "Maybe you'll find out someday." With that Whitney and Elizabeth left the store. George stared after Whitney as she walked away with people he assumed were her parents. He smiled thinking of how Fred would handle the situation. He was always the more out going of the pair. Most likely Fred would have went running after her like a raving lunatic. George was intent to wait and see if she showed up in his life again.
Little did he know he wouldn't have to wait long. George would just have to visit his childhood home to meet the Grangers.
