Life, Love and Jay

By sprstarinfrance

Of all the things George expected out of the war, parenting his deceased brother's son, with Luna Lovegood of all people, was not one of them. DH spoilers.

Chapter One-

Life: Side A-George

"I may be a prat but I know a thing or two about life. Now sod off, I'm trying figure out why '69' is tacked on the wall." – Percy Weasley
"Van Gogh was nearly missing one of his ears you know."

She had been so faint at first he wasn't sure she had even spoken, but it had to be her, there was no one else in the shop. It wasn't the first time Luna Lovegood had been to the shop; she seemed to be there a lot when Angelina was working. He could hear their conversions from the back of the shop, but it was the first time he had been in the same room since the funeral a month ago.

She was looking at him with an off smirk on her face, her long blond hair coving one of her eyes. There was something in her presence that left him rather speechless before he could manage to croak out, "Who is Van Gogh?"

"An artist muggle who was barking mad. He tried to cut his ear off in a fit of depression. At least you have a better story to tell," She smiled lightly.

He tried to smile, but the effort probably looked like an escaped convict from Azkaban.

Fortunately Angelina burst into the shop shouting, "It's a boy! George you're going to have a nephew! Luna, you knew it was going to be a boy, how did you know?"

Luna's expression didn't change, "Because it's not a girl."

Angelina laughed with happiness, "I guess so. Can you lot image me with a little boy? I reckon he's going to beat Fred's detention record. That'll make him proud."

George still didn't know how react, this whole thing was still kind of unreal. Fred was the one who was supposed to rush into the shop announcing it to a store full of people, not Angelina in a nearly empty shop.

"Do I buy him blue? Merlin, I'm excited! I'm going to get ready; I swear I'll be back in a few." She rushed off to the back room.

Luna's smile suddenly turned, "He's not going to be like Fred. Don't tell Angelina, the baby being like him means a lot to her."

"Sure," He muttered it quickly before rushing off the back office. When far away he tried to shake it off, there was no way she should affect him this much.

Luna would continue to un-nerve him. He had decided early on that this was because she bothered him even if he knew that was pretty much a lie. However, that did not stop him from complaining to Percy.

"Why is she always here?" George muttered as he walked into the office. Percy was sitting at the desk surrounded by shacks of papers.

Percy sent him a look to shut up, but George didn't take the hint, and kept on. George had habit of doing this, and since Percy had recent volunteered to work at the shop, (in his refusal to go back to the recently reconstituted Ministry – something no one really understood) he was suck listening to it.

"I mean… she's really different… and…"

"Merlin, George." His older brother slammed a quill on the counter, nearly knocking over a shack of papers. "If you're going to complain about someone, you could at least do it right. If not, explain some of the nonsense written on notes."

George glared at him, "I can complain well! How do you think I got some of those dentitions in school?"

"Honestly, I don't care about who you complain about. What I really want to know is why I keep finding papers like this," Percy grumbled, holding about a piece of parchment with the words 'Chicago, wands' written on it. Circled three times and underlined five times.

"Fred handled finance. Honestly, he pretty much did everything," George shrugged, "I mean I didn't completely do nothing, but the joke shop, the business, it was Fred's dream."

Percy swore under his breath, "He probably was negotiating contracts, and you didn't even bother to find out? Blimely."

"You volunteered, I never asked for your help," The younger snapped, his older brother's attitude working his last nerve. Despite everything, Percy would be the only person who would never change. He was still that annoying prat he had been before the war, and even though he did chose the family in the end; he was still never going to be on George's favorite people list.

"Be glad I did or you'd be in ruin eventually," Percy snipped, "Now go away, and stop complaining about the girl your in denial about fancying, and leave me be."

George felt his face flush, and spit out the usual thing any Weasley Male in this type of situation, "I don't fancy her!"

"I may be a prat but I know a thing or two about life. Now sod off, I'm trying figure out why '69' is tacked on the wall."

"I'm not going to sod off until you take that back!"

"Gosh, Ron, did I hurt your feelings?" Percy smirked as George's face grew even redder. "Come on, it's pretty obvious. We Weasley Males are predictable we it comes to women, this including the fact we only really love one for the rest of our lives. Just let me know the wedding date."

For a brief moment there was something across Percy's face George couldn't read. Almost as if Percy had experience what he was preaching from first-hand experience. But then it was gone, and it was as if he had never spoken.

So George just stormed off, not bothering to figure out a comeback.

Later George wanted to pound Percy. Not only was his brother a compete prat, but he knew on some level that Percy was right. And unfortunately the level of snogging in his house lately didn't really help how he felt.

For instance, just walking out to the fields he passed by Ginny and Harry near a tree, this was after passing a giggling Ron and Hermione, and previously Bill and Fleur. He was surprised that he hadn't any nieces are nephews on the way from the former (as compared to Ginny, if she was the reasoning to him becoming an Uncle, the Weasley Bros, might have to finish the job the Dark Lord tried to start).

"Hey Ron!" George shouted, causing Ginny and Harry to jump before smirking, "'ello, you lot."

Ginny whacked him in the arm, "That isn't funny George. Although you joking around in a good sign. This is despite what Percy says of you just brooding around the shop all day."

"Percy's a prat," George muttered trying to forget the conversion or lack of conversion he had with him yesterday. "Why do you even believe him?"

His sister rolled her eyes, "Relax. I just don't understand him. He's ashamed of us for years, then he just appears at Hogwarts, and now he's refusing to leave us. He actually moved out of his flat and apparently and lives here now. Mum's happy about that, but I'm worried. Some days he's a complete prick and other days he's making weird jokes. I'd be a little nice to him. Fred's death probably affected him almost as much as it affected you."

George glanced over at Harry, who just shrugged. The Boy Who Lived had changed since the war. The deaths still affected him on some level but you couldn't really tell. George wished he could adapt Harry's relaxed attitude. And he wished he follow Ginny's advice. And he really wished he could understand why he fancied Luna Lovegood.

Chapter Two- Life: Side B-Luna