Disclaimer: Nothing familiar belongs to me. Everything you recognize belongs to those who own the rights to it. The USQL and all its teams belong to Rowling and AZScorpions24 whose fic on the league can be easily found on my favourites. With the obvious exception of my various original characters that can also be found in my fic One Letter

Okay, I told myself that I was going to wait a whiile and see if anyone would actually leave a review for One Letter before I started posting on this one. I'm not quite done writing it and although this will be after a while a George/OC fic, it finds its beginning in One Letter and I suggest that anyone reading this might want to go back to get the background information on a few things in this one, but I think most of it will be pretty self-explanatory if you don't. This fic has been in the back of my head for a while and I've tried many times to start it but until now I just couldn't get it right. I hope that you'll be sweet enough to leave me a review or two so I know to continue. Love and such~ Vivi

Chapter One

May 4, 1998, London, England...

It had been two days but deep down, he knew that no matter how much time passed, he would still be expecting to see his twin appear next to him at any moment. George Weasley pushed a hand through his hair and continued to look through the showroom of the shop that he and Fred had put their hearts and souls into. Surprisingly, there wasn't half as much damage as he had expected and he might even have the shop up and running before Hogwarts reopened in the fall.

"What's this?" His younger brother, Ron, asked as he pulled out a tube shape package. "I'm not certain."

George frowned for a moment before he realised where the container came from. "Oh, I remember Fred bringing that in." He popped the tube open and out slid a poster.

Ron took it up and let out a whistle as he eyed the female on it. "US Brooms. Can I have this?"

George eyed the gorgeous redhead who smiled and winked as she held out one of the models that US Broom had put out in the last year. Her long hair fell about her in a vibrant cloud of burgandy and the black bikini she wore hid only enough to make her decent. He found it hard to believe that she was supposed to be one of the US's best beaters. He shrugged the thought off as he almost heard Fred explaining that the Americans had never been all the great at Quidditch, perhaps, they were taking looks over talent.

New York...

Tempest Rayne dodged a bludger as it came at her head and at the same time managed to smack it back in the direction it came from. Her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation as two more of the balls came her way as the one that had almost hit her flew towards another beater. She had been hitting bludgers for the last five hours and that was after a usual practice with the USQL team she played for. The two reserve beaters were lagging as they had been for a good hour now. Max Templeton, her usual partner as beater, flew in close and smacked one of the balls away before it got near her. She growled in response.

"Didn't you have some big family to-do this evening?"

"What time is it?"

"Eight."

Tempest said a few words that her mother would never like to hear come out of any of her daughters' mouths. "I gotta go."

"You better shower first."

"They've all smelled me before." She tossed back as she headed towards the ground. Despite her words, Tempest hurried through a quick shower before apparating into her apartment.

May 20, 1998, England...

George looked about the crowded garden. He knew without looking that his mother was eyeing him, but that was expected. He knew that everyone was watching him, expecting something. He wasn't sure how to act, after all, he had never not had Fred right next to him. He listened to what the others were saying, but his mind was on trying to figure out exactly where he went from here.

"You know, there is no reason for you to be working so hard on getting that store ready. No one expects it to be reopened overnight."

He opened his mouth to reply to Percy's words. George snapped his mouth closed. He couldn't explain that he was certain that this was what Fred would have wanted. That it was what he wanted. How many times had he and Fred talked about returning to the shop... Returning to other things as well.

Fitchburg, US...

Tempest ran a hand through her hair as she glared across the table at one of her older sisters. Winter glared right back at the redhead.

"I'm not saying anything that no one else around here has thought at least once." Winter's grey eyes snapped as she tossed our the words.

More than a few of the people in the room made noises as they tried to find somewhere else to be and something else to be doing.

"Girls." Melissa Rayne moved up next to where her daughters stood. She often joked with others that years working in departments of the American Magical Congress before becoming a member of the Congress itself and her recent bid for presidency came naturally to her after raising seven girls and two boys in her personal life. "This is not the time for this. We've all heard what you have say, Winter, and in the end it means nothing because you know it was her decision. Tempest, I believe that Celeste could use your help."

Tempest gave her mother a quick nod. "Sure, mom." She bussed a kiss on her mother's cheek and headed back towards the room where her twin was.

June 30, London, England...

George scribbled on a piece of parchment before him then sat back in his chair. His eyes were drawn to the poster that Ron had put up on the wall. "You're rather cherry, Miss." He muttered, looking at the scantily clad redhead. She blew him a kiss and then gave him a saucy wink. "I do believe that Fred would have liked you."

"George? Are you busy?" Lee Jordan peeked his head into the room. His eyes moved over the now blushing redhead. "Tempest Rayne." He gave her an appreciative look. "I heard that she plays as well as she looks but I doubt it."

"You'll be the one to know." Lee rubbed the back of his neck. "You heard about that."

"I may only hear half as well as I use to but you getting your big break at announcing wasn't something that I could miss." George gave him a grin. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll only be gone for about six months. I'll be back before Christmas."

"Make sure you come this way."

"I will."

They spent some more talking for a while and when Lee left, George returned to his office and began going through some papers. He read and re-read the notes that he had unearthed in a pile of papers that he had simply shoved to the side and never got around to looking at. The papers were mostly a few notes and other odds and ends of Fred's. George had taken out most of the ones about the store, but most of them had to do with his twin reminding himself of certain things. He had amused himself looking over the notes until he found a few scraps that reminded him of something he had forgotten. Notes like 4:00 St. Mungos, lunch at Bistro, and two with a feminine hand cancelling and resceduling dates or simply, "I'm running late-C."

He sat down and met the clear blue eyes of the spokeswitch. "I bet you've never had a moment in which you weren't completely in control, Rayne."

New York...

Tempest stared at the two six-month-old boys sleeping in their cribs and their sister in hers. She wasn't sure when her posh apartment had become home to her twin sister and her kids, but at some point, Celeste had moved in more completely after staying with their parents for a short time after having the babies. It wasn't like it had changed her life all that much, if one didn't mind being awakened at odd hours and very early in the morning.

"You're sure you can handle this?" Celeste asked as she pulled on her robes.

"Sure. I've talked to both the coaches and Skylar. They are fine with the change in my schedule." Tempest gave a nonchalant shrug. "Me, Hazel, and our favourite boys are going to spend some time getting to know each other."

"You know them as well as they know themselves. They're barely six months old."

Five hours later, Tempest was far from as certain as she had been when Celeste left. "Okay, kids, please give me a little break. I may look like mommy but I definitely am not her."

Hazel was making a lot of noise happily from a spot on the blanket spread across most of the living room floor, unlike her brothers. Tempest pulled back the diaper. "Oh, baby, what have you left for me, and why didn't I get your mom to tell me which one was which." She somehow managed to get the triplets fed and cleaned and had them happy on the floor for a bit. Meaning that Tempest occasionally had to chase down the now crawling triplets and return them to the blanket every few seconds, which the three thought was a game.

"Tem, what are you doing?" Sean Aston called as he moved through the apartment. He eyed the famous redhead who was trying to bounce both of the boys at the same time, while Hazel decided she wanted attention. "Need some help?"

"Please, god."

"Well, I'm not god but let's see what I can do." He grinned as he picked up one of the boys. "Which is this?"

"I don't know." Tempest moaned as she moved to set down the one she had.

"What is that in your hair? Is that?" He made gagging noises and Tempest pulled the baby he had out of his arms.

"Peas." She glared at him. "At least, I'm going to say it is and hope." She frowned and then looked at the boys. "Okay, I can do this." She looked closely at the twin on the left and then the one on the right. "Okay, this one is Gabriel and this is Flynn." Tempest grimaced. "I think."

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