Hello everyone!
I am very excited to finally publish this story.
It is the final version of a story I have been working on since forever, so I hope you guys will like it.
It's a George/OC. It starts at Goblet of Fire and ends after Deathly Hallows.
I should also precise that it follows the books and not the movies - but I sometimes added bits from the movies, just for fun.
Please tell me what you think of it. I really love hearing from you.
Enjoy x
PS: To those who follow Northern Wind, I'm sorry for the lack of updates. I haven't been very inspired by GoT these days and haven't worked on it for a while. I will publish when I'm finally able to write a good chapter.
wildest dreams
VOLUME I
CHAPTER ONE
I opened my eyes, and the first thing that I did was smile. I felt my heartbeat accelerate as I stared at the ceiling. It was today. It was today ! Nearly laughing out of excitement, I jumped out of my bed and ran downstairs, hoping to find someone to share my joy with – but the kitchen was empty. I remembered that Uncle Myron had had a concert the night before, and probably went to sleep really late. I contemplated the idea of waking him up, but decided it was probably better to let him sleep if I wanted to get to the Burrow without missing a limb. I took a look at the clock – it was 9am, and I was supposed to meet the Weasleys at around 11am, just in time for lunch.
I made myself a nice, warm bowl of porridge and went back to my room to change and finish packing. I was so excited that I couldn't stop smiling. Going to the Burrow had always been my favorite part of the summer, not only because I was able to spend time with the twins away from schoolwork and detentions, but because the place simply made me feel happy. I loved everything about it – Molly's cooking, the creaking sounds of the stairs, even the garden gnomes. I just knew I would be having a good time – but this year was extra special.
Right before 11, my backpack thrown on my shoulder, I ran back downstairs, heading for the chimney, trying to remember everything Uncle Myron had told me about using the Floo Powder. Take the powder, go in the chimney, and yell… Yell ? Or was it just tell ? Would it make a difference ? I stared at the powder in my hands. It wasn't the first time I was using the Floo Power, but it was the first time I was doing it by myself. What if I did it all wrong ? I certainly didn't want to get to the Burrow with half of my body still here. Biting my lip, I realized that I had no choice – I had to wake up my uncle.
I didn't really feel like knocking on his door. I really wanted to avoid that. Well, maybe he would be awake now, and he would hear me if I called his name from down here.
"Uncle Myron ?" I yelled.
The house remained silent. I hesitated.
"Uncle Myron ?"
"I'M SLEEPING !"
I chuckled, rolling my eyes. I ran upstairs and leaned against his door.
"Oh, are you now ? Didn't know you could talk in your sleep."
"It is one of my many hidden talents."
"Please, could you come down for a second ? I need your help."
"My help for what ?"
"The Floo Powder. I can't remember how it works…"
"Bloody hell, Addy. What time is it ?"
"It's 11 ! Come on, please help me ! I don't want to lose any limbs" I said.
Suddenly, the door opened on my uncle. His hair looked like a bird's nest on the top of his head, and his eyes were so small from sleeping that I could barely see them.
"What are you bloody talking about ? You can't lose a limb using Floo Powder, unless you're a complete idiot" he mumbled.
I noticed he was still wearing his clothes from last night's concert.
"Well maybe I am a complete idiot. I don't want to take any chances. I'm sorry for waking you up."
I gave him an apologetic smile, knowing that he must have been exhausted. The Weird Sisters, his band, had been on tour for the past three weeks.
"S'okay" he said with a little smile. "Alright, let's go."
We headed downstairs, and soon I was standing in the chimney again, bending my head slightly so I wouldn't hit it on the cement.
"And now, do I 'tell' or 'yell' where I want to go ?" I asked him.
"That doesn't make any difference. Just talk clearly."
"Okay. Thank you, Uncle Myron."
I couldn't help it – I got out of the chimney and hugged him tightly. I would miss him – I always did. When my parents had decided they couldn't handle me and my magic, they sent me to him. I was eight years old then, and he has been taking care of me since. I never saw my parents again. I didn't blame them. They're Muggles, and they were scared. I still wished I could see them from time to time, though – but I didn't even know how to contact them. Uncle Myron said they moved to America.
It was a weird childhood, I have to admit it – having eight hairy men as a family, and touring around the world with them. I had my first Butterbeer at nine, if that can give you an idea. But I was always safe and I was loved, and you don't really need more – even though I say 'bloody' too much, according to Molly.
"Anytime, Pancakes."
He always called me that, just because I really like pancakes and it amuses him. I smiled, and crawled back into the chimney.
"Take care of yourself. And cheer the Irish for me, will you ?" he said.
"Of course. I'll write as soon as I'm at Hogwarts."
"You better."
I chuckled, and inhaled deeply. My heart was beating fast, but I wasn't sure if it was because I was scared of the Floo Powder or if it was because I was going to see the twins again. I breathed out.
"THE BURROW !" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
I had time to see my uncle roll his eyes before I felt myself being pulled upwards. And, suddenly, I ended up on a hard floor, coughing because of the dust in my throat. I groaned as I pulled myself up. I smiled as I looked around me – the Burrow always felt like home. I recognized the familiar smell – Molly was cooking something. I stood up, a little bit disappointed that there was no welcome party to acknowledge my arrival. But at the same time, it was probably a good thing, because my clothes were covered in dust and my hair was a mess. I took the time to make myself look proper again before heading for the kitchen. I glanced at the family clock on the way – everyone was home, even Charlie and Bill.
When I got to the kitchen, I saw Molly scrubbing something in the sink, mumbling to herself. She looked upset – probably something Fred and George did.
"Hiya, Molly" I said softly, not wanting to startle her.
She turned around and her lips broke into a smile when she saw me.
"Oh, Addy, dear ! I didn't hear you get in !"
I smiled as she hugged me warmly, like only Molly could.
"How was your summer ?" she asked.
"It was great ! I went on tour with my uncle for a while."
"Oh, the life of a rock star. He went easy on you, I hope ?"
"He did, don't worry" I nodded.
"Good. Everyone's in the garden, dear. I'll call you when lunch is ready."
"Thanks, Molly."
I headed for the garden, happy that I was able to make her smile a little. Molly was like a mother to me – I looked up to her, even if she got worried a little bit too easily. I stepped out in the garden, and stopped dead in my step, staring in awe at the sight before me. There were two tables dueling – literally – and I looked down to see Bill and Charlie controlling them with their wands. The rest of the family, plus Harry and Hermione, were cheering them on. I was about to join them when a window opened right above my head.
"Will you keep it down ?"
I recognized Percy's voice.
"Sorry, Perce" said Bill. "How're the cauldron bottoms coming on ?"
"Very badly" replied his brother, slamming the window shut.
"Cauldron bottoms ?" I asked, curious.
This brought attention to me.
"Addy !" everyone called.
I saw the twins - they were smiling their own little smiles, and I smiled back brightly, jumping in their arms. I was so happy to see them again.
"I missed you guys so much !" I said.
"We didn't" they replied in unison.
I gave both of them a nudge on the shoulder.
"I know you did" I said.
I then took the time to hug everyone, and asked about the latest news, but when Charlie started talking to me about Quidditch, the twins quickly grabbed me by the arms and pulled me away from the crowd. I apologized with a smile and followed Fred and George to the back of the garden, where we could talk quietly.
"It's about time you get here" said Fred.
"Mom's been on our backs for weeks" added George.
"Why is that ?" I asked.
"Well… we might have given a Ton-Tongue Toffee to Harry's cousin."
I stared at them with wide eyes, letting out a gasp.
"No bloody way ! How was it ?"
"We didn't even see it" George shrugged.
"But Harry said his tongue got at least four feet long."
"Brilliant !" I exclaimed.
I was truly excited – I knew how hard the twins had worked on those. The twins then started telling me everything about the past few weeks, how Molly was watching them like a hawk, and how Charlie had fell from his broom while they were playing Quidditch. I listened to their stories, and I felt myself feeling good – very good. I was relaxed when I was with them.
I noticed how Fred was slightly taller, and how George had cut his hair. I could always tell them apart. There was a little something different in their eyes, something I couldn't really explain. Fred was always the leader – he was the one without censorship, that always could make you laugh. George was quieter, in a way – as much mischievous as his brother, but maybe more grounded. I knew them like the back of my hand, and they certainly knew me better than anyone.
After lunch, we spent the afternoon in their room, as they showed me the progress they had made with their products. It was truly impressive, and I was amazed at their creativity and commitment. They really wanted to make it work, and build something out of it. I always liked helping them out – they were the true masterminds, but I sometimes gave ideas, and they often asked my opinion. I could tell that they were proud of their work, and very passionate about it. I never doubted they would be very successful in the future.
Molly called us for dinner, and we headed outside to join the others. I sat down facing the twins, next to Charlie. Soon, we are all eating the delicious food Molly has cooked for us. Bill told us about his new job at Gringotts, and I soon entered in an argument with the twins about how tomorrow's match would go. I felt extremely excited just thinking about it. I had never been to the World Cup before, obviously, so when the twins had written to me saying I was invited, I had almost cried of happiness. There was nothing in the world I loved more than Quidditch, except maybe pancakes. I was absolutely terrible at playing it, but I was a very enthusiastic spectator. I had quite a reputation at Hogwarts.
"Ireland's gonna to win" said Fred with his mouth half-full.
"That's obvious" I replied, raising an eyebrow. "Lynch's going to catch the Snitch, he always does."
"Oh, that's never going to happen, dear" said Fred.
"Krum's going to. I'm sure of it" George agreed.
"Why do you believe in him so much ? I mean, he may be handsome, but –"
"What's that got to do with it ?" Fred exclaimed.
"Nothing ! Just let me finish !"
"Sorry" he answered, not looking even slightly sorry.
"What I mean, is that everybody bets on him, and I don't understand why !"
Fred and George then proceeded to enumerate all of Krum's qualities, which I listened to while shaking my head. I was convinced that Lynch was better than Krum. I had always been a supporter of the Irish – probably because of my uncle. I was about to argue when Charlie turned to us.
"Talking about the Cup ?" he said. "It's got to be Ireland. They flattened Peru in the semifinals."
"Completely agreed, brother" Fred nodded. "However, as we were telling Addy, Bulgaria has Viktor Krum."
I rolled my eyes.
"Krum's one decent player, Ireland has got seven" Charlie replied.
"Thank you ! There you go !" I exclaimed.
Charlie gave me a smile. We always agreed when it came to Quidditch – maybe that was why we got along so well.
"I wish England had got through. That was embarassing, that was" he added.
"Oh, don't bloody tell me" I sighed.
"What happened ?" asked Harry, who had been listening to the conversation.
"Went down on Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to ten" I answered faintly.
"Shocking performance" Charlie said, nodding.
We went on talking about Quidditch and the Cup, and soon Molly announced it was time for everyone to go to bed.
"Harry, if you leave your school list out, I'll get your things for you tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I'm getting everyone else's. There might not be time after the World Cup, the match went on for five days last time."
"Wow – hope it does this time !" Harry said, looking excited.
"Well, I certainly don't" Percy replied, looking dead serious. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days."
I exchanged a look with the twins.
"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce ?" Fred said.
I couldn't hold back a chuckle, as the twins had told me about the 'incident'. I went to tell Molly there was no need for her to get my things, as everything was already at my uncle's place, and I just had to go get them before catching the train.
"Oh, are you sure ? Isn't far from King's Cross ?" she asked.
"Not really, just a few blocks down."
"I'll get them for you, dear. Wouldn't want you to miss the train."
I tried to convince her to let me do it, but it was Molly, and she didn't want to hear it. Finally, I gave up and gave her to address to my uncle's flat, telling her that he would only be there before three, as he left for France afterwards. She seemed to be quite excited about the prospect of finally meeting him. I chuckled to myself. I wished I could witness that.
I went upstairs, and after saying goodnight to Fred and George, went to Ginny's room, where I slept with her and Hermione. After taking a warm shower and putting on my pajamas, I cuddled up under the sheets.
"It's gonna be brilliant, I can't wait" I said.
"Me too ! I don't even like Quidditch that much, but I'm still really excited. Do you think we'll have good seats ?" Hermione asked.
"Don't know" Ginny answered. "Dad doesn't want to tell us."
"Maybe because they are the best ones you can have" I said with a smile.
"Or the worst" Ginny shrugged.
We laughed, and when Hermione turned off the lights, I closed my eyes and fell asleep instantly.
