DISCLAIMER: I only own Cecily and the plot. Everything else belongs to the genius JK Rowling

CHAPTER 20 - Where's my Daddy?

"Peter!" Cecily yelled as she ran in the shop after her son.

Peter had just run into the shop after his mother told him that his father was in there. He had seen photos of his father and had a picture of George that he looked at each night before he went to bed. He'd be able to pick him out as soon as he saw him.

He ran through a few aisles and then he saw him. He was standing behind the counter talking to some people. Peter ran up to the counter.

"Daddy!" he yelled at the redheaded, freckled faced man behind the counter.

Fred Weasley's mouth gaped open in shock. There was a miniature version of him staring back at him and the toddler was yelling Daddy at him.

"What did you say?" he asked the boy.

"You're my Daddy!" the boy exclaimed and ran behind the counter to wrap his arms around Fred's knees.

Just then Cecily had come up to the counter saying, "Peter, come back here."

Fred looked up at the woman and then down at the boy.

"So what's your last name Peter?" Fred asked.

"Weasley" said Peter.

Fred looked up again at Cecily. "Do I know you?" he asked.

Cecily smiled and said, "I remember you Fred."

Peter looked confused and then said to his mother, "Fred? I thought Daddy's name was George!"

"Yes, but I told you that your father has an identical twin. This is his twin brother Fred. He would be your Uncle Fred."

Fred looked again from the boy to the woman. It hit him then. "Cecily?!"

She smiled and said, "It's good to see you Fred, but I'd really like to see your brother."

"He's in the hospital."

"WHAT?" screamed Cecily. "What happened to him?"

"No, no George is ok" Fred said patting her hand "He went to see Ginny."

Cecily's hands flew to her mouth. She then said, "What's wrong with Ginny?"

Fred shook his head and said, "Ginny's not IN the hospital. She's there to visit Draco."

Cecily remembered Draco from the time he took her from the Burrow to Hogwarts. She remembered too that Ginny was suffering a broken heart from being separated from Draco, as was Draco suffering from being separated from Ginny.

"Is Draco going to be ok?" she asked Fred.

Fred's face fell and he said, "We don't know. He's in a coma."

"Oh no. What happened? Was it from Voldemort?" she asked.

"It was from the war. He's been in there for a few weeks. He hasn't showed any signs of improving. Ginny won't leave his side though. She insists he'll wake up." Fred was shaking his head as if he thought his sister was fighting a losing battle.

"He truly loves your sister Fred. He'll wake up to be with her. He's too strong of a man. He didn't go through hell to end up in a coma. He went through hell to be with Ginny. I'm with her. He'll wake up."

Just then from behind her she heard, "Fred, Draco moved his fingers today!" She knew that voice. She'd heard it in her thoughts and dreams for the past three years. She nervously looked at Fred and then down at her son who was now at her side. Her stomach bound itself up in knots. She was finally going to see George again. After all those endless days and nights wondering about him, dreaming about him and wishing she were with him, she was going to see him any second now.

George couldn't wait to tell Fred the news about Draco. The doctors said it was a sign he was improving. Ginny was beside herself with hope. When George came into the shop he saw Fred talking to a woman who had a small red-haired boy standing beside her holding her hand.

Fred walked out from behind the counter and said, "Peter, come here a minute." Cecily nodded at Peter to go over by Fred. Peter did as he was told.

Cecily turned around and was face to face with George.

George stopped in his tracks. Was it her? Could it be her? The woman he so desperately loved and longed for?

"Cecily?" he gasped.

She didn't say anything. They stood there looking at each other and then she flung herself at him.

She was sobbing into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as tightly to him as he could. He picked her up and spun her around to where his back was to Fred and Peter. He didn't want to let go of her.

She tried to pull back but he held firmly to her. After about a minute, he let her step back. She kept her hands on his arms.

"George, I've missed you so much! I have so much to tell you."

She was smiling. He had dreamt of that smile.

"Cecily I can't believe you're here. I've been dreaming about this moment for so long."

His face was showing so many emotions, but most of all she recognized the love.

Just then out of the corner of her eye Cecily saw Peter desperately trying to get away from Fred and run to his mother.

Cecily smiled and said, "There's someone I want you to meet George."

"Who?" George asked and turned to see who she was looking at.

Peter ran up to George and said, "Daddy?"

George stared at the boy in astonishment as he was looking at a smaller version of himself.

George looked at Cecily and then down at the boy. He said, "What's your name?"

Peter said, "Peter."

"Peter what? What's your full name?" George asked.

Peter puffed out his little chest proudly and said, "Peter George Weasley".

George looked at Cecily and said, "This is MY son?"

Cecily smiled at him and said, "Yes George, he's your son."

George held out his hand to Peter and said, "It's very nice to meet you Peter."

Peter put his little hand in George's large one and smiled at this father.

George got down on one knee and said, "Peter, I want you to come to my house tomorrow and I want you to know that we will find a way to see each other."

"Ok Daddy" Peter said.

George stood up and looked at Fred, "I'm going to go now."

"Ok George" Fred said staring at his twin. He knew something was not right.

George looked at Cecily and said; "Make arrangements with Fred to have Peter come to the Burrow tomorrow. As for you, I never want to see you again in my life."

George turned and walked out the door.

A/N: THANK YOU to all the reviewers! It's nice to know people are enjoying what I'm writing. Thanks for taking the time to read my story.