George Weasley is happy. He is truly happy for the first time in fifteen years. He is drowning. In a sea of love.

He was loved. You may know this, or you may not, but when you're loved everything is different. Colors are brighter.

And when you're loved, you love in return.

Fred II is so fucking like him.
He has the same fucking eyes, the same fucking hair. He has the same fucking little freckles that Fred had had on the bridge of his nose.

Fred II had never particularly like being called
"Fred the Second" or
"Fred Number Two" or
"Little Fred", so he has taken to calling himself
Alec.

'Alec' wonders about the uncle he was named after, and whenever asked, George tells him stories. Stories that are often embellished by the usual Fred and George extravagance. 'Alec' frequently asks about the time that the twins turned Draco Malfoy's hair bright orange.

(It is for reasons that don't need to be stated that 'Alec' Weasley and Scorpious Malfoy where, and are, bitter rivals at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry)

More than often, 'Alec' is bombarded by comments about the uncle he never got to meet.

"Merlin, he's got his eyes."

"D'ya see that? That freckles in just the right place."

"His laugh…"

Sometimes George thinks that 'Alec' isn't his child at all, he is just so fucking like him.
But George loves that. Having 'Alec' around is like having him around again. Not only that, but a little bit more

He is loved, and loves in return

Little Roxy has gorgeous red-brown hair and Merlin; she is a daddy's girl. That first day George took her to the Hogwarts Express with her older brother, she wouldn't let go of his long leg.

'Alec' had rushed off somewhere to find his friends, leaving little Rox to look around helplessly at all the movement around her. The screeching of owls and the mewing of cats and greeting exchanged between mates echoed around the station, and he wide brown eyes absorbed every going-on around her.

"It's time to go now, Roxanne." Angelina said softly.

Roxy mad a small squeaky noise and held tighter to her dad's hip. At eleven, she was short and only came up to his mid-section.

"Let go, Roxy." George said gently, smiling down at her. She slowly let go, and George stooped down next to her. Facing his daughter, he gave the speech that fathers have to give from time to time.

"Now, you listen to me. When you get there, don't listen to anything Alec or James or Teddy tell you about the sorting. It's A LOT worse than they'll tell ya'."

Angelina hit him lightly on the back of the head.

"Only kidding, darling." He winked up at his wife and then turned back to his daughter.

"Remember to give Professor Longbottom lots of trouble for me. And I know those boys'll be all over you, and even if the 'special guy' says he loves you, he's not allowed within five feet of you."

Roxy giggled and swiped a hand over her ski-slope nose.

"Now, this is the most important thing, beautiful. I wouldn't be surprised if this quote goes down as the best quote in the history of amazing quotes."

She giggled again and he smiled in delight. He loved it when she laughed. It was the best sound he had ever heard. He put his large hand on her pale cheek, and whispered so only the two of them could hear.

"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most most mostmostmost important thing is, even if we're apart, I'll always be with you. Always."

She stared at him with a wide open expression. She was afraid, most defiantly afraid. Her big brown eyes stared into his, and he saw his reflection. The thing is, for just a second, it wasn't him reflecting in his daughters beautiful eyes. It was someone who he hadn't seen for fifteen years. And someone who had never really left him.

He is loved, and loves in return.

As the train pulled away, George Weasley cried a few small tears. He knew that as his daughter walked up the steps to her new school, she would read her uncle's name on the plaque beside the weathered doors. And they would both be with her.

When the Sorting Hat atop her head spoke to the crowed in the candle-lit Great Hall, they would both be with her.

As she laid down for her first might in a strange castle that had held all of her family since the beginning, they would both kiss her forehead and wish her a goodnight, turning out the bedside lamp behind her.