The New Happiest Memory

Author's note:

Hello! So this fanfiction is all about the Next Generation. It might centre on the Potters more, and maybe because these drabble were stuck in my laptop for a long time. This first one is on George though. So, hey! Why not put them all together and put them up on the internet? So, the writing styles might shift since these were written long long ago. Months maybe.

My updates are either every week or every few weeks, even a month maybe. I have school and High School isn't really easy at the moment. So much .

Alright! I should shut my mouth now. So lastly, the characters belong to the amazing JK Rowling, the one who started it all!

I only own my OC's, who will appear every now and then.

This was written on January 7, 2013

"The New Happiest Memory."

April 17, 2005.

George Weasley paced around the hall, his hands on his head, tugging gently on them harshly. "Calm down George. She's going to be alright!" His older brother, Bill, chuckled as he watched his younger brother, quite amused. This was the first time he saw George Weasley nervous. Not the type when his Mother would call for him with an angry tone, but a really nervous one. "You can say that! You've had two girls and a boy. This is my first Bill. FIRST!" He said, messing his hair up, his ears red. "Uh huh. Maybe you should sit down, drink some coffee or take a nap. Mum's on her way with Dad." Percy said, looking at his watch then at his brother.

The twin sighed and sat down on the seat next to Ron, who was playing with a 2-year old Dominique. He was distracting himself from his nervousness, his hands shook as he took the cup from Percy, who looked at him and sighed. Angelina, George's wife, was inside the room, currently giving birth to his first child. He was nervous. Anything could go wrong during the delivery. It's either his wife or his child would get affected.

"George, Mum's here." Ginny smiles, putting a hand on his shoulder, he looked at her and her very pregnant belly and nodded. His head turned to his mother, who he greeted with a hug. Molly could tell her son was nervous, she saw it before. She smiles and ushered him to sit down. He gladly did.

"You look nervous." Molly said with a small smile. "Obviously, Mum. I have never been so nervous in my entire life!" He said, leaning his head on her shoulder. "Even more nervous than when you asked her to marry you?" She asked. "Y-yeah. There are so many ways for things to go wrong in that room. The only thing I worried on that day was if she said no. Right now it's just... Maybe something will go wrong with the baby or with Angelina. The worst case scenario would be death, Mum. I might lose her or the baby. Or both!" He said, putting his head in his hands. "George. I had 7 children. Trust me. It was not easy." Molly said, in which Arthur nodded in agreement.

"Seven. Six times I watched your Mother go through that pain. So many things went through my head. What if the baby was affected? What if it was sick? What if your Mum would get sick? It was a rough time for me." Arthur chuckled. "I can't believe we're having this conversation. I think Percy and Bill heard these before." George rolled his eyes. "I've been a pain since I was born, wasn't I?" He chuckled. "A bit. Yes. Fred was much more difficult. You were easier on me. First, think of Angelina for a moment. She's going through all that pain for you and the child. It'll be worth it right after." Molly said, hugging her son gently.

George thought of it for a moment. Hopefully she was right. He knew she was probably right. She'd experienced it herself. He sighed, relaxing for a moment. He would wait. He would stop worrying. Angelina was a strong woman and he knew that.

A few minutes later, the nurse called for him and gave permission to see his wife and newborn child.

He set foot in the room and let out a sigh of relief as he saw the baby and Angelina, completely fine, other than Angelina looking absolutely exhausted. "How was it?" He asked, not knowing how to react. "Painful. You should try it." Angelina said, rolling her eyes. "I'd rather not. What's the gender?" He asked, sitting beside the bed. "It's a boy." Angelina smiles, looking at him. "... He looks so squishy." George said, furrowing his eyebrows. "Can't you just say he's beautiful like a normal person?" She said, glaring at him. "I wouldn't call him beautiful. He's handsome. He got it from me, naturally." He said with a smile. He saw his mother enter, along with his father, who both had a smile on their face.

"What did you name him?" Arthur asked, looking at George. "We never really discussed names." George said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I like the name Fred." Angelina said, smiling at Molly. "W-well... He does look like Freddie when you were newborns. Only this one has darker skin." Molly said, her eyes watering from the thought of having another Fred in the family. George stayed quiet. His brother would be delighted if he knew he was naming his child after him. Then claim the looks came from him. He chuckled then nodded, wiping away a tear that had rolled on his cheek during his thoughts. "Fred. His name is Fred." He said with a small smile, taking a good look at the child.

The baby was a bit dark-skinned, but not as dark as Angelina's, there was brown fuzz on the top of his head, he wasn't surprised though, Angelina's once more. The nose was his, definitely. The thing that caught his eye was when the child opened his eyes, revealing brown ones. Not the shade of Angelina's.

His.

The identical one he had with his namesake.

"Well, Freddie, you look like your Mummy, but, of course, you are your father's child. You'll be as mischievous as he is." Angelina smiles, then watched as the baby yawn. "I think you need a nap. I'll take care of Fred." George smiles, taking the baby from Angelina's arms and rocking him gently in his arms.


"How the bloody hell did a Dementor get into this alley!?"

His eyes went as wide as saucers, looking at the hooded figure. He felt as if he would never be happy again, like how a person would feel at an encounter with the creature. His wand was drawn and he was alone. He was only headed back to his family after a long day at work. He would complain to Harry if he survived.

He tried making a Patronus in the past, after his brother died. He couldn't anymore. His happiest memory was always with his twin brother. Always. Maybe it was time he went and joined his brother... But he thought of little Fred at home with his Mum.

Probably in Angelina's arms, drinking his milk from his bottle, his brown eyes lighting up as he saw his toys in his room. Maybe Angelina showing him the magical photograph of his twin brother they had in the living room.

Fred was just on his thoughts.

He had to think of his happiest moment. That day he got a broom? Not enough. That day he opened the shop with his brother? Not enough either. It made him sad. The day he proposed to Angelina and said yes? A little spout came out of his wand, but it was not enough. Maybe the memory of the day of their marriage? It still wasn't even enough.

Then he thought of Fred once again.

The day of the child's birth, the day that changed his life. The child that changed his point of view in the world, the one who gave him responsibilities he enjoyed. He just thought of the brown hair he had on top of his head, his brown eyes lighting up and the mischief he already caused at a young age.

That was it.

That was the memory he needed.

"Expecto Patronum!"

And there it was.

His patronus, something he hadn't seen in a long while. In its shiny silver form, chasing away the dementors and protecting him.

He sighed, then popped a piece of candy he had in his pocket. He felt better in just a few seconds and decided to just apparate to their home, where his happiest memory was, in the arms of his wife, sleeping peacefully.

Maybe he would owl Harry about it tomorrow.

End note:

I don't believe George wouldn't be able to create a Patronus after Fred's death. Yes, it's alright if he never got over it, but maybe great things might happen to him, you know? So I thought, Fred II's birth.

The Next Gen characters that were already born here were:

Victoire [Bill and Fleur, age 5]

Molly [Percy and Audrey, age 3]

Dominique [Bill and Fleur, age 3]

Lucy [ Percy and Audrey, aged 1]

Louis [ Bill and Fleur, 2 months]

James was born just a few months right after Fred. That's the end of this chapter! Thank you for reading! Next update may be next week!