Disclaimer: I am not Jo. I wish I was Jo, but I am not...

This is a one-shot for a challenge by AphroditeAwry, where you give her a number, and then she gives you a character and their name's meaning which you write a story about.

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So without further ado:


George - Land Worker (Or farmer, according to the internet.)

I carefully set my watering can down and stepped back. I looked over the little garden and admired my handiwork. In the spring, all of these seeds would become flowers. Beautiful flowers of all colors.

This year, I even added some pumpkins. Roxanne was so excited about the pumpkins, I didn't have the heart to tell them they probably wouldn't grow very big. Somehow, Roxanne got the idea that she could turn the biggest pumpkin into a carriage and ride to a ball in it. It was from some Muggle tale Hermione told her. I don't know how she can believe in things with such conviction.

I did do a pretty good job with the garden this year. Although, not by myself, earlier in the month the whole family helped my plow and plant every little seed. Even Fred helped, which was surprising, considering he's spent all month trying to combing ton-tongue toffees with some nosebleed nougat. He's a chip off the old block isn't he?

But the amazing thing was, we didn't even use magic. Not once. Well, except when Angelina broke the shovel, but that doesn't count.

I love having something natural to remind me of everything we have, and would have, without magic. I've needed that reassuring feeling ever since Fred died in the Battle of Hogwarts. Fred, my brother, not my son, as confusing as it is written down, in reality, it's not as confusing. My brother is well, dead, so my son is the only Fred in the Weasley family right now and it's not as if people still think my twin is alive.

I always wonder what he would say if he was alive. Would he be mad that I married Angelina, the girl he had always had a thing for, his date to the Yule Ball? I don't think he would be, but maybe I'm just being selfish. There's not much use in wondering since I will never know.

That's the hard part. Knowing you'll never know. Because that feeling is always going to be there, it's not going to go away. Ever.

I took a deep breath. I can't focus too much on what might have been, I was in such a good mood.

I picked up my watering can and spade and locked them up in the gardening shed just in time to hear Roxanne shouting.

"Daddy! Dad!" She skipped down the porch stairs and ran to me. "Dad!"

"What's up, Roxie?"

"Mum says it's time to go over to Bill's for dinner and that if you don't come right this instant that she's going to leave without you and you'll have to eat a leftover pork sandwich for dinner."

"Mum said all that?"

Roxanne nodded solemnly.

"Well, Then I guess I had better get inside fast!" I lifted Roxie up onto my shoulders and ran up the stairs to the sound of her giggles.

Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think Fred would be mad. I think he would be happy.


Ta-dah! So there's my challenge. It kind of developed into its own story, away from the 'land worker' theme, but I liked it.