tu es mon cœur [01]
George Weasley x reader 00|🧡|02 words; 2,209 summary; From distant shores she came, a girl marked not by name but by the silence of her family’s past. At Hogwarts she finds fire and laughter, and in the warmth of friendship, love takes root. Yet beneath the castle’s stones, echoes stir - of an ancient promise, of a story once ended in blood, waiting to be written anew. Between shadow and flame, she must choose what end the tale will have. warnings; (these are eventual) death and violence, war themes (First & Second Wizarding Wars), family trauma and secrecy, generational burden, forbidden love undertones, grief tied to love, angst and self-doubt, sacrifice, bloodline obsession/pureblood ideology, psychological stress (nightmares, paranoia, guilt) Hi! Im hoping that future chapters will be longer, so I'll be putting a lot of effort and time into them. Thank you! Requests are open!
Relief floods Y/n’s body as the Great Hall, specifically the Gryffindor table, erupts into cheers. She smiles as the Hat is taken off her head and she stands, making her way to her friends. She receives many pats on the back from Gryffindors and big smiles from her friends. She slots in between Angelina and Alicia, sitting across from the twins and Lee.
“I am so glad,” Angelina says, leaning in, no longer paying attention to the front.
Alicia nods in agreement. “Finally, we’re even with the boys; we’ve been outnumbered since first year.”
Y/n quietly laughs, sparing the boys a glance, “They said you’d feel that way.”
Fred kicks her foot under the table, “Now you’re stuck with us.” He grins at her, George sporting a matching look.
“I wonder who you’ll be rooming with,” Lee adds.
Alicia hums, “What a coincidence that we’ve an extra bed in our room.” She glances at Angelina, who nods.
“It’s like fate.”
“Fate, huh?” George muses, catching Y/n’s eye. Etoile still lies in his lap, purring quietly as he strokes her head.
She smiles smally, “What a load of boloney.”
It was to little surprise that Y/n was, in fact, placed in the three-person dorm with Angelina and Alicia. Her stuff was already in her room once she arrived, in front of the bed next to the window. She opened her trunk and unpacked her things, taking her time to neatly put her folded clothes into her drawers and to arrange her trinkets on her side table. Y/n pauses when she comes across a frame, inside which is a photo of her family. It was taken when she was a baby, and she’s being held by her grandfather. Her little eyes looked up at the man in awe, and he smiled lovingly at her, like she was the only thing in the world. That was the last photo taken of her grandparents before they passed due to unknown circumstances. She sets the photo down, rubbing her eyes whilst being careful not to smudge her makeup.
Angelina sits beside her on her bed, “Hey, we have a tradition where we sneak into the boys’ dorm to eat candy and joke about. Would you like to come?”
Y/n tears her eyes from the photo, “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”
“That’d be the last thing you’d do.” She wraps her arm around her shoulders. “I would like you to be there, and I’m sure everyone else would agree with that.”
She offers Angelina a small smile, “Then I’d love to come.”
“Perfect, change into your pajamas and take off your makeup, all that jazz, then we’ll head up together. Alicia is waiting for us in the Common Room.” Angelina stands. “Don’t tell anyone, but she’s got a small crush on Abel Willows. He’s a fourth year, though. She’s with him.”
Y/n nods with a soft hum, “Is he cute?”
The girl shrugs, “Eh, enough. Do you have a hot French boyfriend or something?”
“Mm, no.” She shakes her head, pulling her pajama shorts out of her drawers. “I am only thirteen.”
“Some start young. Who am I to judge?”
Y/n laughs softly, “Well, no. No boyfriend.”
“Yet.” Angelina wiggles her brows, “The world is your oyster, babes. Hogwarts provides many fine men and women.”
George tosses a rubber ball into the air and catches it easily, taking a bean from their shared box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans. He grimaces at the taste, gagging slightly. Vomit. He listens as Fred and Lee speak to each other, bouncing ideas off each other.
“Maybe she’s a long-lost French princess.” Lee muses, hitting Fred square in the face with a peppermint toad.
Fred hums, popping the candy into his mouth, “I can definitely see that. Do you think she’ll teach me French?”
George snorts, shaking his head, “I think she’ll quickly find you’re a lost cause, then.”
“I know French,” Lee says confidently.
Fred quirks a brow and nods him along, “Go on then.”
“My friend taught me this, goes to Beauxbatons himself.” Lee clears his throat. “Je suis excité parce que tu es très canon.” (Translation: I am horny because you are very hot)
The girls stand at the door, and Y/n’s eyes are wide. She clears her throat, her cheeks painted by a faint pink.
“What did he just say?” Fred asks Y/n, and she shakes her head.
Lee glances at her, “What? I don’t know what it means, but my friend had me say that to a girl I thought was cute.”
“And what was the outcome of that?” Y/n asks quietly, embarrassed.
Lee pauses and scratches his head, “She slapped me?”
Y/n nods, “Valid reaction.”
“What did he say?” Alicia asks as she steps into the room, pulling the girls with her.
George scoots over so someone can sit beside him and use his bed as a backrest as well. “I’d like to know as well, I mean, if it warrants a slap.”
“I need to know if I should be slapping him as well-” Fred joins in.
Y/n lowers herself next to George, “Uh- well, you told her…” She looks down at her hands. “That you were- I’m not sure I actually know the English word for it.”
Angelina shoves Fred over and sits next to him, “Do your best. Maybe try to explain it and we can fill in the blanks.”
“Right well, it is when you find someone attractive and you… feel things?” Y/n was embarrassed. She had just met these people, and she was trying to explain what such an explicit word meant. What a school this is.
Lee tilted his head, “Like feelings? Having a crush on someone?”
Y/n shakes her head, “No, no. More. Physically.”
Alicia furrows her brows, “Butterflies? Or…” Her eyes widen and her jaw drops. “No way.”
Angelina stifles a laugh behind her hand, “Horny?”
Y/n’s eyes light up, and she nods, pointing, “Yes! Yes. You have said that you are horny because she is very hot.”
Lee pales and reddens simultaneously, and he drops his head into his hands, shaking his head in disbelief. “I need new friends.”
George grins, “Apparently.”
Fred places his hand over his heart and waves at him seductively, “I, for one, am flattered. I didn’t know I had such an effect on you, Lee Jordan.” The group bursts into laughter, and even Lee laughs behind his hands.
Minutes later, the group is passing around candies and stories. Fred eats one in particular that makes his voice rise multiple octaves and fluctuate as he talks about the first-ever prank he and his twin pulled in Hogwarts. The prank was rather small, and something George commented was “amateur”, but it amazed Y/n nonetheless. Students at Beauxbatons were too afraid of punishment to participate in activities like such activities. Consequences were strict, and many people were occupied with being perfect in all ways.
Fred stands suddenly; the effect of the candy has worn off completely. “Frenchie, my friend, I have a question for you.”
Y/n nods, “Yes?”
“Will you speak to us in French? Woo us, perhaps?”
Angelina scoffs, “Fred, sit down and shut up. That’s a weird thing to ask of someone.”
Alicia shrugs, glancing over to Y/n, “I like listening to French people speak, though, so I understand. They speak so beautifully.”
A faint blush spreads across Y/n’s face, “I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“Introduce yourself in French, maybe?” George offers.
Y/n hums, “Bonjour, je m’appelle Y/n L/n. J’ai a treize ans, et j’habi-”
Lee interrupts her, “How do you do that thing with the 'r’s?”
“Thing with the 'r’s?” The girl glances around questioningly and shrugs. “I don’t know, I just do.”
“Teach me how to say 'My name is George, and I am amazing, ' in French,” Fred says.
George rolls his eyes, “You’re not George.”
“Je m’appelle George, et je suis incroyable.” Y/n smiles. Fred nods, attempting to say the sentence exactly how she did. Y/n snorts, nodding slowly. “Sure. I could understand that enough.”
Fred grins, “I’m basically French.”
Angelina rolls her eyes and pinches his side, causing him to flinch away from her, “You’re annoying.”
As the air gets colder, the friendships between the third-year students only grow stronger. Y/n and the twins had grown particularly close, and she finds that every letter sent home involves them in some way, shape, or form. Her parents were happy, but they advised her to stay out of their antics, as they wouldn’t be satisfied hearing she got detention due to one of their pranks. Y/n would reassure them, then turn around and help the two boys plan their mischievous acts, though she never directly participated. Y/n had attempted to teach her friends some French, but nothing but a few funny-sounding words or phrases actually stuck, so she found herself giving up rather quickly.
Eventually, Christmas break rolled around. Y/n had received a letter a few weeks prior from her parents, explaining that they had to go to America for business and couldn’t house her over break. Thankfully, the twins had gotten a similar letter, explaining how their parents were visiting their older brother, Charlie, in Romania. The three of them bid goodbye to the other half of their friend group and then spent Christmas break doing various activities together. Snowball fights were frequent, and often included Harry and Ron, and they were even able to get professors to join in once.
The actual day of Christmas was spent opening gifts from family and friends, and playing various pranks on the two younger boys, which Y/n had actually participated in. If the trio wasn’t close before, they’re inseparable now. With inside jokes they didn’t even realize were created, or laughing just because the others existed. By the time their friends came back, they felt as if they’d been gone for years, missing out on jokes that had the three of them clutching their stomachs in laughter. But their friends didn’t mind; in fact, it was entertaining for them.
The year came to a close faster than any of them had liked. Y/n was walking with the girls, and they were speaking about meeting up during the summer. Angelina and Alicia wanted to visit France with Y/n, and she was already thinking about how she would propose the idea to her parents. Meanwhile, the twins, with the help of Lee, had been preparing for their end-of-year prank, which they wanted to be better than ever. Y/n had been informed of the ones they pulled the previous years, and she had nodded along, grateful she wasn’t present for those. She could only hope this year that she had gotten close enough to them to be spared from their unforgiving antics.
Her hopes crashed and burned the moment she walked into the Great Hall. Orange slime pours over her and her friends, covering her completely. She gasps and immediately gags as the substance reaches her taste buds. Maniacal laughter bursts out beside the three girls as Y/n wipes goo from her eyes, the others following along. They glare at the boys furiously, but Y/n’s face lights up suddenly as she walks towards the boys.
“George, you look like you need a hug.” She says with a grin.
George stops laughing and shakes his head, “No- no, I definitely do not.” But he doesn’t have time to move out of her way as she wraps her arms tightly around his shoulders, effectively getting goo on the boy.
This made Fred and Lee laugh harder, to the point where snorts were falling from Fred’s lips, and Lee was basically wheezing. Unfortunately for them, the other two girls had decided to follow suit, and they hugged the other boys suddenly. There’s a moment of silence before the entire group bursts into laughter, clinging to each other. Professors and students watch curiously, grins sporting some faces. Professor McGonagall shakes her head as she approaches the group, waving her wand silently to instantly clean all the goo away.
“It would do you six good to take your seats.” She looks to the twins, who were peeling away from their respective huggers. “Mr. and Mr. Weasley, you are lucky that there are no further evenings to spend cleaning my classroom. Move along.”
The six children took their usual spots at the Gryffindor table, listening intently as the boys laughed about the others that have fallen victim to their prank that day. Y/n takes the moment to watch her friends with a content smile. The bonds she had gained with these five had grown unbreakable quickly, and she finds herself grateful that her family had stumbled upon the Weasleys. It brought her to the twins, who brought her to Lee, who eventually brought her to Angelina and Alicia. She had grown more fond of these in a year than she had of anyone in her lifetime in France. These were her people, whom she had no doubt would be in her life until the end of it, and then beyond.
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