Nightmares Interrupted

Author's Note: Hey guys! I wanted to try something a little different than what I have on my page normally. Granted, the writings of a 12-year-old are going to differ than what I can write now as a 20-year-old. It has been nearly 8 years or so since I have written anything, so bear with me. Right now, this story is going to be a one shot, but in the future, I would like to write a full-length story, both a prequel with the 7 years of Hogwarts as well as a sequel with what happens after the Second Wizarding War. If you don't like fem-Harry, I would not suggest this story. I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!~Bananatheboo

Summary: Harriet Potter and George Weasley were supposed to be married. They were supposed to have the white picket fence, 2.5 kids, and happiness. Instead they got death destruction, and interrupted nightmares. Harriet should have known that after years of pain she wouldn't have it easy. And yet, she would gladly accept her pain if she could just take George's from him.

Pairing: Fem!Harry/George

It's nearly silent when she bolts awake, body covered in sweat, breathing hard, mouth open in a silent scream. Teddy's breathing is the only other sound in the room, the only thing that keeps her from releasing the wail that has built up in her chest. She covered her face with her hands, forcing herself to breathe with Teddy's small, almost fragile, breaths. A small sob broke free from her mouth and tears slowly trailed down her cheeks. Teddy stirred, and Harri wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath to stop the sobs and keep Teddy from waking up. Grabbing her glasses and her wand, she slides out of bed, throwing the oversize t-shirt George had given her before the battle on, ignoring the pang of hurt that accompanied the simple task.

He hadn't talked to her since the funerals, let alone continued their relationship. Harri glanced down at the ring that was nearly falling off her left hand. It seemed like forever ago that he had put that on her finger, another lifetime. In reality it had only been just under a year. Her birthday was in 2 weeks, marking the year mark for what would have been the anniversary of their engagement. Harri shook the thoughts out of her head as she walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. The sink already held fresh, warm water and Harri grabbed a washcloth from the basket next to it and dipped it in the water before wiping her face with it. Harri straightened up and looked in the mirror, grimacing at what she saw. Her usually pale skin was a washed out, pasty white. Her cheeks were sunk in and there were dark, purple bags under her eyes. Her black hair had grown nearly to her waist and was tangled and greasy. She sighed and looked away from the mirror. She knew she hadn't been taking care of herself. Between the nightmares, the war publicity, and her two-month-old godson, Harri was exhausted. And with her lack of appetite she had lost the little bit of fat she did have on her bones, making her look almost ill.

She stood there for a minute, taking deep breaths. She needed sleep, that much was certain. In the two months since the battle, she had gotten at most 2-3 hours of sleep a night. The times that she wasn't awake with Teddy, who was a very fussy baby since losing his parents, she was awake with nightmares so terrible it made her not ever want to sleep again. She knew that she was suffering from what was known as PTSD in the muggle world, but there wasn't much she could do about it at the moment, and the dreamless sleep potion Madame Pomfrey had prescribed had stopped working a week or two after she had started taking them. The war had broken her, and she had not even begun to pick up the pieces yet. Somedays she didn't think that she ever would.

Sighing, Harri waved her wand, changing out the water in the sink silently. Magic still amazed her, and yet she had also seen the horror, the destruction, that it could bring and it did not evoke the same awe out of her that it did when she was 11. It was sad, she realized as she walked down the hall. She didn't have a specific destination, and she didn't realize where her feet were taking her until she was right outside of what used to be Fred and George's room, but now just belonged to the latter twin. He had not been able to return to the flat in which they had shared so he had decided to return to the burrow, where he had since holed himself up in his room, not talking to anyone and barely eating. Harri's heart hurt as she turned to walk away from the door, but she froze as she heard heart-wrenching, broken sobs coming from inside of the room.

Part of her mind was telling her to turn around and leave him be. He hadn't wanted anything to do with her for nearly two months, after all. But she just didn't have the heart to turn around and ignore the broken sounds coming from the man she had been in love with for nearly 4 years. She slowly turned the door handle and pushed the door open quietly. George was sitting in the middle of the floor facing away from her and clutching what looked to be one of Fred's Weasley Jumpers that he had gotten for Christmas. Her heart nearly shattered at the sight, and she crossed the room in a few steps before falling to her knees in front of him and wrapping him in her arms. She expected him to pull away or tell her to leave but instead he fell into her, his arms going around her as he sobbed into the crook of her neck.

"It should've been me, Ettie. He didn't deserve that." the words sent a sharp pain into her heart and the brief image of Fred pushing her out of the way of the wall that crushed him to death flashed across her mind before she quickly clamped down on that memory. "No, honey. No. He didn't deserve that Georgie, but you can't think that it should've been you. He wouldn't want that." The words came out choked, and she realized she was crying silently. He gripped her tighter and she began to rub his back lightly, hoping to calm him down. "Why did he have to die?" the words were so quiet Harri almost didn't hear him, and she was at a loss for words to comfort him. "I don't know love. I wish I could tell you." And truly, she wished that she could. She wished that she could take his pain, make him hurt less. He raised his head and rested his forehead against hers, his face streaked with tears, his red rimmed eyes clinched shut as if he was in physical pain, though Harri knew that grief could be worse than physical pain in some ways.

Harri studied his face as he breathed slowly, seemingly trying to calm himself down. She wanted to cry at the shadow of the man that was sitting before her. His face was pale, his cheeks were sunken into his face, making his cheekbones more prominent. He had dark bags under his eyes, and he had a small, unkept beard growing from not shaving in a while. She wanted nothing more than to see the carefree prankster she knew come back to her, and yet she knew that would never happen. Her heart skipped a beat like it always had when his striking blue eyes opened and met hers, though they were filled with a heart-wrenching sadness that she wished she could make disappear.

She could feel the breath dance across her lips as his eyes dilated and a look of desperate hunger came across his face. Before she realized what was happening, George leaned forward and was kissing her as if she was the only thing keeping air in his lungs. He kissed her hungrily, and yet it was soft at the same time. She could feel every bit of sorrow in him, but she couldn't bring herself to think about it or anything as he pulled her tighter with one arm and began to run his hand up and down her thigh with the other. Her hands went up to tangle in his hair as he stood up, her legs wrapping around his waist like a lifeline. He took them to the bed and laid her on her back before quickly covering her with his body.

Her breaths were coming in short gasps, and she felt as if he was leaving trails of fire every where he touched. She gripped the back of his head as he kissed down her neck before lifting up and pulling her shirt over her head. He paused for a second, leaned over and grabbed his wand so he could cast a silencing spell and close the door before kissing her again. He reached up to grab her breast, pinching the nipple gently as his tongue massaged hers in a desperate kiss. Releasing the grip that she had on his neck, Harri reached down so she could push his pants down off his hips, his member coming free and pulsing against her stomach. His hand trailed down her stomach and found her soaking and ready for him. She moaned and bucked her hips as he stroked her before pushing two fingers inside of her. She cried out, wanting more, needing, more. George must have been thinking the same and suddenly his fingers were gone and he was plunging into her. Harri moaned wantonly as he moved in and out of her, her hands grasping at his back, her back arching up to meet him thrust for thrust.

Harri could feel all the pent-up frustration, sorrow, grief, desperation that was coming from George as he thrust wildly into her. Part of her wondered if maybe this was wrong, what they were doing. But then he buried his face into her neck and sped up and she realized that she couldn't call this wrong, this feeling of deep love that was building up inside of her. The fire burned deep inside her abdomen as she got closer and closer to her release. George's thrusts began to get uneven and she knew he was close to. Her moans got louder and with one more thrust she went over the edge, and he went with her.

"I love you." The words were so quiet, nearly a whisper against her skin and it made her want to cry. "I love you too." She whispered back as he laid on her side and pulled her to his chest. They were covered in sweat and breathing hard. Harri felt like she was home. "I love you Ettie. But I can't do this. I can't do this and I'm sorry." His words cut her to the core as he pulled away from her. "You should go." She felt her heart ripping from her chest as she stood up grabbing the shirt and rushed out of the room, nearly stumbling as she closed the door behind her and rushed to her room. She should have known better she realized. She covered her mouth to stop the sobs that were threatening to break free before she woke Teddy up. The pain in her chest threatened to overwhelm her as she took the ring off of her finger and slipped it into her dresser drawer, and for the first time since the end of the battles, Harri laid down and cried.

Let me know what you guys think! Thanks for reading!

Updated Author's note/Edit: Hey guys, I definitely want to consider this story line, but here's the problem I am having: I have two different plots going right now for this storyline. I can start from the beginning and do Harriet's 7 years of Hogwarts (This will not be canon, obviously, but the main plots are the same.) This will be a long story as it will be as detailed as it can be. OR I could continue this plot and continue the story from this point and do her life after Hogwarts and after the war. This will be shorter, but still pretty lengthy. I really cannot decide what I would like to do, so I could really use your feedback! And if anyone wants to beta/co-write this story with me I am totally open to that idea as well! I am about to head back to my University so I could use all the help I can get. Thanks guys!