Life, Love and Jay

by sprstarinfrance


Chapter Three-

Life: End, Life: Begin anew


"A life lost, a life gained. Doesn't seem fair." – Luna Lovegood


Five months later:

The letter nearly killed him.

Dear Mr. George Weasley,

I am sorry to inform you that one Angelina Johnson passed away early this afternoon. You had been placed top on her list of relatives/close friends to contact in a case such as this.

There are a few matters the hospital would like to settle with you regarding funeral proceedings, and there is also the issue with the Godfather Clause.

If this letter is wrongful received please contact the hospital. If not please come and settle these matters quickly.

Thank You,

Personal Department

Saint Mungos Hospital

First he thought someone was playing a disgusting prank, and when Percy entered the shop a few minutes later he threw the letter at him demanding, "Tell me this is fake."

"George," Percy spoke slowly reflecting some sort of concern in his eyes. In the past months the few employees of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes had bonded, even though Percy still hadn't changed one bit, but he had always been nice to Angelina. "There's an official seal in the corner."

"It's a prank. It's a bloody prank," George muttered, "Angelina CAN NOT be dead."

"Yes, wizards steal Saint Mungo's stationary just to piss you off."

George didn't look but he knew Percy was rolling his eyes at that moment. "MERLIN PERCY! My best friend just died, and all you can do is be a prissy prick!"

"Prissy prick?" Percy snorted with a grimace on his face, "Blimey. Look I'm closing up shop. I'll come with you to the hospital."

"You don't have to. I don't want you to!" George screamed throwing the letter into his brother's face.

"I have to," Percy muttered sounding almost human, "Because you'll do something stupid if I don't watch you."

His younger brother looked inflamed, "You don't need to bloody watch me, I'm a fucking adult."

"I'm your brother George, and I don't bloody care if you hate me, but I'm not going to watch you get hurt in anyway."

"You couldn't be bothered with," George stopped he wanted to say us, but realized it was just a me now, and remembering that Fred was dead made him angry again. "Why do you care?"

"There are things you don't know about me. If we go to the hospital I swear I'll tell you my whole bloody life story, but you can't stay here and yell at me just because you can't accept the truth."

The Percy staring back at George reminded him a Percy he knew when he was five, someone that had disappeared ages ago.


George hated the way Saint Mungo's treated everything like it was a job to get out of the way, and he hated the pages of paperwork that had been suddenly thrown in his directions.

Percy was being slightly helpful other then his constant nagging. He had even agreed to see Angelina's body because George knew if he did it would have just led to his stomach on the floor. George hated death, and the amount of deaths this year was unacceptable.

"Hospitals and dementors could be good friends you know." A voice floated into his grief, and looked up to see the one person he thought he wouldn't have to deal with again. His ear was already turning red he could just feel it.

Luna's usual bright eyes were dull, but her same wistful grin remained. She might have been crying but George couldn't tell. "They both suck away your happy thoughts. I was in such a good mood before I came here, before I found out Angelina died, and before I found out I am to never finish school. Maybe you could give me a job at the joke shop? Father is to be very displeased, even more so then when the Minster wouldn't let him create a National Gerp Day."

It was then he could see a sea of grief reflected in Luna's eyes, and he wished he could find a way to help her, but was too lost himself. He wanted to say something but Luna filled up the silence for him.

"Freddie is smaller then the other babies I heard, but I don't believe it. For a baby he seems the same as the other."

George looked up, "Freddie?"

"He won't like it. Fred never liked to be called Freddie did he?"

He was honestly confused, "No… but?" But then it hit him, "My nephew?"

Luna nodded, "He does look a lot more like Angelina, but I do believe he has Fred's grin, even if it will be a little more terrifying."

George had forgotten all about his nephew in light of her death and felt like a prat, "I don't understand Angelina…"

"She died only a few seconds after he was born, the medwitch said there was a magical problem, but I believe she couldn't wait to see Fred again, and could do so knowing Freddie was in good hands." The emotion in Luna's eyes changed there was still that grief, but it was being invaded by an army of nervousness.

She might have said something else but was greeted by a flustered Professor McGongall. "Miss Lovegood there may be a way to fight this. You are not of age yet."

"I turned seventeen today," Luna muttered in her usual wistful voice, "A year older. A life lost, a life gained. Doesn't seem fair."


The rest of the day was a blur. Percy had called Mum for him, and trying to explain Fredrick Gideon Weasley Junior's birth, had not been a conversion he enjoyed.

"What do you mean I have a grandson, George Fabian Weasley!?" It was always bad when Mum resulted to middle names, it had only had couple a few times in his life, the last being her reaction of Fred, and his fireworks display at Hogwarts.

He couldn't explain the situation without crying, and Percy ultimately had to step in.

"Mum, it seems Fred had some secrets before he died. Angelina Johnson, his fiancé had been a few months pregnant at the end of the war. Fredrick Gideon Weasley Junior was born at two thirty this afternoon and shortly after his mother passed away. George… She was one of his best friends, and one of his last connections to Fred."

She collapsed into his dad, both who remained in a state of shock for awhile, before Mum stood up straight, pushing the tears out of her eyes, "Well, when can I see him?"

As his parents went off to see the newest addiction to the Weasley family, Percy pulled George aside, "George, there's something I have to tell you."

"Remember in the letter from Saint Mungos? You know the section about the 'Godfather agreement?'"

"I was named Godfather? Honestly Percy, what's so important about that?" He wanted to brush the idea aside, join his parents and see Freddie.

"No. Being named Godfather, and the Godfather Agreement are too different bloody things. The Godfather Agreement isn't usually used, its one of those things the Ministry has being to do away with, but isn't a pressing matter compared to the rest of the thing in the world…"

"Merlin, can we talk about this later…." George interrupting, only causing a degree of anger from his older brother.

"George, The Godfather Agreement has named you Freddie's guardian. You are his father now. And Luna Lovegood, as it seems, is his mother. You too are now nothing short of being married. You have to live together, raise him together. If not, there is a list of curses some Ministry berk is to come perform on you. They are not pleasant ones, either."

"This is a load of rubbish," George muttered, "There is no way that can exist."

Percy snorted, "Luna's been informed that she can not return to Hogwarts. This 'rubbish' won't even let her finish out the year. Professor McGonagall has warpath, trying to find a way out, but there isn't anything." He tried give a comforting smile, but George didn't notice. The day was just getting worse.

George flopped into an uncomfortable bench, "Bloody Hell."

"Hey, isn't she that one you fancy? That's mildly comforting right?"

She still was, but it wasn't comforting at all. "I'm going to go see Freddie."


George saw something amazing in the little lump that was his nephew, yet he wished to see Angelina and Fred's proud faces next to him. It wasn't fair. Instead he had Percy who acted as if the baby was hazardous.

"Phileas. Nicknamed Phil because he would hate the name Phileas, enough to rebel against me, and be nothing like his father," Percy muttered in what sounded like a cracking voice.

"What tosh are you muttering?" George turned away from Fred Jr, and to Percy who had tears in his eyes.

"I have a son. Phileas, he's one, and I've never met him."


(Note: I don't know the Weasley twin's real middlenames, I just feel like those fit. And am the only one who is annoyed with all the new cannons JKR been's metioning in interviews?) Next: Percy's secrets, and George deals with his new life.