Summary: A series of one-shots about drunken conversations and revelations between Harry, Ron, Hermione, George, and more in the Hog's Head. Because there are some conversations we never got to see.

In the Hog's Head:

Snowballs, Flashbacks, and Fred

By Potterworm

Sometime after the nightmares ended and when the pain started to fade, Harry, Ron, and George started meeting monthly in the Hog's Head. It had been between the Three Broomsticks and the Hog's Head, but after the war, Harry had started checking in on Aberforth, and the dive pub had become a place he liked to drink at once in a while.

Harry arrived a bit later than he had intended, with Auror training holding him up that day. He shook some snow off his coat, stamped his feet near the entryway, and walked over to Ron at the bar. Harry looked towards the end of the bar, saw Aberforth conversing with a local, and nodded a hello.

"Where's George?" Harry asked as he pulled some money out to buy a drink.

"Finishing up at the shop," Ron said, already a quarter of the way through his drink.

Harry nodded, ordered a Firewhisky, and then for the next ten minutes or so, chatted with Ron about his training. They had different assignments this week, so they swapped stories. A few sips into his drink, sun burst into the pub for a minute, highlighting the dust and grime. Harry looked over at the door.

"George!" Ron said jovially, raising his glass.

George came in, already clearly in a mood, grumbling about some "little brats" who had messed up a display at the shop. "I swear – one day - I'm going to make you come help me at the shop," he said to Ron.

Ron waved him off and said, "I'm happy with Auror training for now," but Harry saw a discomfort in the twitch of his shoulders. He let it go for now.

George ordered dinner for them all and said "my treat," while Harry picked up another round for the table. They chatted about their jobs and their love lives (in very limited detail), but as the drinks kept flowing, they began reminiscing more.

A few hours in, George had begun to tease Ron about his Hogwarts years, and Ron retaliated by teasing Harry, and suddenly, it was a table of drunken laughter. "I'll have you know -" Harry hiccuped, defending his best friend as always "that Ron is part of the reason Voldemort didn't come back our first year."

"Oh bloody hell, that's true," George said. "I swear I heard so many rumors about that, and Ron preened for a whole summer about it, but Mum said not to bother him. It was Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head, wasn't it?"

"Of course it was!" Ron said, taking a swig of Firewhisky.

George got a longing look in his eyes, like he tended to when he was thinking of Fred. "You know, Freddy and I used to prank him mercilessly."

Harry let out a snort, and George looked over at him questioningly. Harry slurred, "You know what that means?"

"What?"

Ron, catching where Harry was headed, said with a hoot, "You pranked Voldemort!"

George's mouth went agape, and he froze for a long minute, before he let loose the loudest laugh they had heard from him in years. "Bloody hell; we threw snowballs at his turban!"

"You snowballed You-Know-Who!"

At that, a nearby table shot them a warning look, but their table of empty Firewhisky bottles and their war hero status got the rest of the bar to ignore them, as George, Ron, and Harry lost themselves in hysterics.

Up next: 'Locked in Trolls and Apologies' "You – locked me in a bathroom with a troll…." Hermione said.