17 Years after the Battle of Hogwarts

Minerva McGonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was putting together the acceptance letters for the upcoming first years. She was nearly complete with her project, and was in the W's.

Sealing the letter for Fred Lee Weasley, she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. This was going to be a crazy year, with both George's Weasley's son and James Sirius Potter starting the same year. They were going to be a handful for her and the other staff.

Shaking her head, Minerva looked in the Book for the next name. She paused and read it again. She even removed her glasses, cleaned them, and read the name a third time. There was no mistaking it, a very familiar name, but she did not know the person to which it belonged.

George Arthur Weasley; 11 years of age; Residing in the United States of America; Half-blood.

Minerva was a close friend of the Weasley's and the only George she knew was George Fabian Weasley, one-eared prankster, that worked in Diagon Alley. She did not know and 11 year old, American half-blood, who happened to have the last name of Weasley and be named after two members of the family she knew.

It was no coincidence, she was sure. This boy was definitely a member of the famed Weasley family. But how? Unless one of the boys has an illegitimate child, which Minerva could not imagine, there was no possible way this child could exist.

Unless...

Unless... the child was Fred's. But he it dead.\

George had named his son Fred, it only makes sense for Fred to name his son George.

Minerva quickly wrote the letter and sent the owl on its way, wondering if it was possible.

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In a muggle neighborhood in the New York suburbs, Fred Weasley stood at the kitchen stove, cooking his family eggs and bacon. It was his day off from his boring office job, and he had promised to take his son, George, out for the day, perhaps to the zoo.

He turned off the stove and picked up the pan, dishing some eggs onto three plates as his wife, Sophia cam downstairs. He quickly poured some coffee, made specifically for her, and sat down at the kitchen table.

"You let me sleep in," Sophia grumped as she took a sip of the coffee. Fred took a sip of his tea and shrugged.

"I told you I had breakfast handled," he said. "After all, Georgie here said I am a better cook than you."

"I did not!" George said, running his hand through his orange hair. "You're both great cooks, but Mom is better."

"That's right," Sophia said, giving a playful glare and smirk to her husband.

Fred laughed. It was true. Sophia was a much better cook. It had taken Fred years to learn muggle cooking methods, but he had gotten the hang of it, after a long time of accidentally causing the food to catch fire.

"What are you boys going to do today?" Sophia asked. She was an elementary school teacher, and it was summer vacation, so she was off work. However, after much pleading and begging from both husband and son, she decided to let them run and cause trouble together. And they were planning to.

"I don't know," George said, "Dad, what did you like to do for fun when you were my age?"

This question broughts loads of long-buried memories to Fred's mind. When he was 11, not a day went by when him his twin pranked someone. When they were 11, they were anxiously waiting for their hogwarts letters, just like their brothers before them. It had been a while since Fred thought about his family, or about the wizarding world in general, but now the memories were rushing back. He couldn't tell his son any of this. As far as his son knew, magic was a thing for fairytales and his dad was a normal person. His wife didn't know anything about magic either.

Fred had named his son George because it felt right. They talked about many different baby names, and he had put his twins name as a suggestion, because of a promise that GredandForge had made when they were 15. When a little baby with a shock of red hair was born, he knew George had found his name. Sophia agreed, because she knew about Fred's twin, and about his entire family. She just thought that his family was killed in a car crash when he was 20.

"When I was your age, my twin and I pranked everyone in sight!" Fred said, his signature smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

"Yes! I want to prank people too!" Little George's eyes shone and Fred chuckled. He really did take after his father.

"Well, as long as you don't get into mischief." Sofia let out a chuckle. Fred smiled softly. Mischief. Mischief Managed.

"Of course not, honey. We wouldn't dare think to..." Fred faded out as he saw the horrified and confused look on his wife's face, and the confused and awed one on his son's. "What is it?" he asked, starting to turn around in his chair.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

Fred stopped mid-turn as a tapping sound came from the window. It made his heart stop, it was a sound he had not heard in years.

Tap, tap, tap.

He turned fully and saw what he dreaded, an owl at the window, continuing to tap until it is let in. The owl had a letter attached to it's leg. That's not how muggles delivered mail.

"Oh Merlin!" He exclaimed. Normally, Sofia would have rolled her eyes at her husband's strange saying, but today she was too confused at why there was a bird carrying a letter to her window.

Fred stood up and started heading to the window, with the intention to open it. He know that the owl would not stop until he did, and he did not want to kill the poor thing.

"What are you doing?!" Sofia practically yelled. "Don't let it in!"

"Sofia," Fred said calmly. "This owl is harmless. Trust me. There are some people who use owls to communicate. I used to be one of those people. It's weird, I know, but it is faster than the mail system."

At his wife's eventual nod, Fred turned back to the window. "George, will you get a bowl full of water and some chicken for the owl please?" George nodded and hurried to do his job.

The window was opened, and the exhausted owl flew in and handed the letter to Fred. George carefully gave it the food and water, even though his mother warned him not to get near it.

Fred looked down at the letter in his shaking hands and felt his face grow pale.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

To Mr. George Arthur Weasley

Fred didn't have to open the letter to know what was inside. He practically had the contents of it memorized, from the many times over the years he had read his own, or that of his siblings.

"What is it?" Sofia asked leaning over his shoulder.

Fred sighed. There was really no way he could cover this up. It was time he told his family the truth.

"Well, before I can go along explaining what this is, I guess I should tell you a little bit about my childhood. Magic is real"

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