Hello! It has been a long time. You may know me from a story called "Becoming George". That era has passed. I've been thinking about it for many years now since the abandonment on how to continue. I started the story when I was a freshman in high school. I am now a senior in college. Lots of time has passed, things change, you fall off and then back on the Harry Potter bandwagon, etc. So, here is the status of the story: I lowkey hated it. The timing was off. From the time of the Battle of Hogwarts to when Hogwarts started up again, I got the times wrong. I wrote Luna Lovegood a little bit OOC, she's not spaced out like that at all. George was too crude and Fred was too soft. Meredith was 2D and everything just stopped making sense for me. It bothered me for years. I ceased it and started hating it. I started a Star Wars fic in its place (which is seriously being written on AO3 and being planned on here. On here it needs to be doctored up severely) The excuses just get longer from here lol I recently jumped back on the Harry Potter train and I decided I need to fix what I started. Here it is, the revamping of Becoming George. Told through a new narrative style and more life experience. I'll keep the old story up, for now. There were chapters I was quite proud of, it'll be like an old relic or something to see how I've grown. Catch it now while supplies last. Also, to clear something up because I got a message not too long ago asking me why I always do OC falling into another world whatever. I write these and enjoy these types of stories because it's easy to become that person. The world is rough, and when I was younger I wanted to be in places like Harry Potter or fictional things like that. I feel like I'm giving back in that aspect to people now. We all need a little escapism from time to time.
Now without further ado, I welcome you to the retelling of Becoming George!
side note: if you have received a notification from this story today for chapter 2, I had it published for a little bit and then took it down. I decided to work on it some more. It will be up in the next two weeks.
It was the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning really. I had read about things like the Butterfly effect in the past. Who hadn't? Even if you hadn't read it, you knew what it was. Or the Mandela Effect. How did that one conspiracy theory go again? Oh yes, I had a friend that knew loads about it once. Once. I once had a friend. I had a few actually. Do you ever sit and reflect about all the people you once met and where they are now? Maybe I hold onto the past a little too tightly. I'm always curious about how people are doing without me in their lives anymore. That's probably rather narcissistic. My mother calls it narcissism anyway. I call it I want to know if people actually like having me around and if I even made an impact on their lives. I do reflect a lot. I suppose I have a lot of reflection to do until the Minister of Magic has me hanged or something. Do wizards hang people? That's dramatic, isn't it? Or would it be a role reversal, a wizard hanging a muggle instead of the other way around?
Fred once told me a joke about wizard and muggle relations. I'll see if I remember it now, maybe I will feel better if I remember the old him. The One before tonight. Jesus Christ, now all I'm remembering is the wall. I remember sitting up half straddling his waist and half buried under more rubble than him. His leg is trapped under a rather large cobblestone piece. Even in the deafening explosion, I heard the sickening crunch. Better his leg than his head or chest. I couldn't breathe from all the debris. When the air had cleared, his eyes met mine. For a split second, he was the Old Fred. The one from before. In this moment, I felt my spine crawl. This moment he would swear up and down never happened. He didn't remember it. In that moment, I wanted to get far away from him.
"What have you done?" He breathed the words out. It was hardly a whisper. I almost didn't catch it over Percy and Ron's yells. Fred's eyes were full of despair. Something I did not want to witness on either Twins' face. But I had. He closed them tightly and grit his teeth in pain.
"What?" I croaked. He opened his eyes slowly trying to focus on my face.
"It's my leg, I can't move it." he faced me fully then and I knew whatever he had said previously. That wasn't him anymore.
"Don't try to move," I begged him weakly.
Around that time the rubble was being quickly shifted away and I was jerked up from him by Ron. I thought that was uncalled for at the time. Now I could understand they had just witnessed their brother being tackled by a girl they did not know from this timeline and he had narrowly dodged a killing curse. I had always told Fred if it weren't for the killing curse that had killed him, the wall would have crushed him. He had always said that hadn't he been lucky that both happened at the same time.
"Fred!" Percy cried reaching him. He had tried to pull the same move Ron pulled on me, but Fred yelled out in pain.
"Percy, my leg. I can't move it!" Poor Fred choked out.
"We have to get moving. Now! We don't have time for this!" Harry ran over and helped Percy pick up Fred. Ron pulled me along as we quickly relocated to a hallway away from the one previous. Ron immediately rounded on me as soon as we hit that corner.
"Who are you!" He interrogated. I could see he was confused and angry. It was understandable. Percy and Harry propped Fred against the wall next to us. I felt like I was going to throw up. I was shaking all over.
"Ron, we can do this later!" Hermione tried to pull Ron away.
"No! No, we are going to do this now! We all saw it! She wasn't there and suddenly she was! Nobody can do that. That was not apperation! What did you do? You melted Rockwood right where he stood, what are you?" I couldn't think. I didn't want to answer. "That was Dark Magic! We all felt it. Tell me you didn't feel it!" Even Harry, who needed to leave right then, was intrigued.
"Ron, leave it." Fred ordered. Looking at him hurt. I didn't want to.
"You three need to go. I'll take them to the Great Hall. Hospital is being set up there last time I checked," said Percy.
"He's right. Now, c'mon!" Harry urged them and with a withering glance from Ron, they ran off with Harry breathlessly giving out plans for their next move. I had taken up too much time.
"You, come quickly. Grab his other arm. We can both carry him down, but we need to do it now. We've loitered too long!" Percy flanked Fred's left side and I his right. He was in a pitiful state and I still couldn't bear to look at him. His head was bent forward and it was like the strength had left him. I was in a trance all the way to the Great Hall. I did what I set out to do, hadn't I? I guess I should have thought about whatever that was more clearly before I had done it. Because when we stepped through those huge doors with Fred half alive, nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. I don't want to remember, but I have to. I have to remember this part. Percy almost dropped Fred when he saw. Fred, well, I won't say what he did. There was still a red headed family surrounding a body. It wasn't Fred. It was George Weasley.
I had killed George Weasley.
A life for a life, is what they call it. One was fated to die. I could go back a thousand times and one would die a new way. You couldn't save both. You couldn't get one and then the other. It was written in Fabian and Gideon Prewett's time. And I was a stupid muggle. A very stupid girl who didn't know their ways or their history. You could only save one. I feel like I've made the wrong choice. To start at the beginning, I had to tell the end. I don't want to remember either.
Ah, alas, I don't remember Fred's joke. I have tried recounting it. I have forgotten how it goes, so I shall tell you the end of the joke.
The muggle girl died of fright.
Horrid, isn't it?