Time Turning- GeorgexOC
Set during the Cursed Child. Rowan is an auror and is usually in charge of storing and destroying dangerous objects. When she tries to destroy the time turner she is sent back in time. Some background info about Rowan, she married George, was Fred and George’s friend throughout school and is Draco’s childhood best friend.
It had been less than an hour since my friends had left, but I had crossed the Potter living room so much I was probably halfway to wearing a hole in the carpet. “Ro,” George said tiredly from the couch, “you pacing isn’t going to bring them back any faster.” I halted my horizontal trail and turned on my heel to face him. His red hair was ruffled, and there were bags under his eyes, he looked as bad as I felt.
“I know, it’s just,” I sighed, “this is my nephew and my godson! Not to mention they’re only fifteen, when I was their age I was running around playing pranks with you and Fred!” My voice cracked a little on the last word, but I wasn’t on the verge of tears, which was an improvement.
George raised an eyebrow, “If I remember correctly when you were fifteen you were also defying the Ministry of Magic and fighting Death Eaters,” there was a hint of laughter in his tone, he thankfully hadn’t reacted to the mention of his twin. I sat down next to George and curled into his side.
“When do you think they’ll be back?” I asked quietly. His response was interrupted by a loud crack behind us. Before he could respond a loud crack came from behind us.
George grinned, and suddenly he looked about 5 years younger, exactly how I felt as the weight of the day’s stress lifted off my shoulders. I jumped over the back of the couch, feeling much like a teenager again, and rushed for Scorpius and Albus. I pushed Draco out of the way and pulled the two boys in a hug. “Oh Merlin, thank god you two are alright!” I pulled back a little and placed a quick kiss on their foreheads before bringing them back into a tight hug.
“Don’t squish the poor boys, Rowan,” George had a wide grin on his face when I turned my head to stick my tongue out at him but did release the boys from my death squeeze. It was good timing too since they were starting to turn purple.
“Now that you’ve gotten that out of the way, we could use your help with this,” Draco said, holding up a golden object. The time turner. Albus and Scorp’s faces soured at the sight of it.
“Of course,” I said as I straightened. “I’ll take it to my vault when I leave, but first, these boys need some hot cocoa.” I glanced at my fellow adults, “On second thought, we could all use some of my Grandmum’s famous hot cocoa.” On the way to the kitchen, I passed Draco, and h smoothly slipped the time turner into my hand.
I sat the time turner on the counter before pulling out the ingredients, when I waved my hand they began mixing themselves. Once done the cups began floating and little flames manifested beneath each of them. While the milk heated I began examining the turner. Deciding it would be better of destroyed than in my vault I placed it on the floor and slipped my wand out of my sleeve. “Reducto” I murmured.
A streak of magic flew at the time turner and shattered it, then, without warning it rebounded and hit me. Instead of hitting the wall of the kitchen like I had expected, I found myself flat on my back. Above me were two identical faces with freckles and red hair. Suddenly I was an eleven-year-old again, that naive little first year on the train. Too small to be taken seriously, not strong enough to lift my own trunk, just staring up helplessly at two of the same jokers.
I was hit with the absolute wrongness of the situation, there shouldn’t have been two faces, there shouldn’t have been George and Fred. The last time I had seen my husbands twin I was seventeen, and he had been lying still, lying dead on the floor of the Great Hall.
“Fred?” My voice was a broken whisper. The twins looked at each other, and then back at me in unison, an act I hadn’t seen in years. A sob almost escaped me, but I wouldn’t let it escaped my clamped shut lips. Realising I was still lying down my face flushed red. I slowly stood, brushed the dirt off of my clothing and examined them. They, George, looked so much younger. The time turner certainly worked.
“Who are you?” I squinted at their faces, the one on the right had an extra smattering of freckles near his left ear, something exclusive to my husband and the only thing that allowed me to tell them apart. I never told them how I did it.
“It” I paused and took a deep breath, hoping this interaction wouldn’t screw up the timeline, “it’s me, Rowan.”
George leaned closer to me, “You don't really look like look like Ro, though. Plus she always flinches when I get close to her.” I couldn’t argue, fifteen-year-old me would have violently flinched away to widen the small distance between us. I had just realised my feelings for him the year before and was still adjusting to it.
“People do change George, “ then under my breath, “and I’ve certainly had plenty of time.” Tentatively I told them, “I’m the Rowan from your future, there was an... “ I searched for the words, “incident that caused me to end up here.”
“So does this mean you’re over George?” Fred asked. My eyes blew wide with shock.
“What?”
“Recently you, well our you, always freak out when George gets too close to you, and whenever Georgie isn’t looking you make goo-goo eyes at him, it’s disgusting.” George looked as shocked as I did, I didn’t realise I had been so obvious. “I do have eyes you know.
I felt my face heating up, a little late to be embarrassed, “You liked me?” George asked, his own face was assuming the colour of a tomato.
“Well, like,” I corrected quietly.
“I guess. Since the version of you I know still likes me.” was he, pouting?
I quickly debated with myself whether I should tell him or not, would it spoil our future together or make it that much better? It could really go either way, but did I really want to chance it? Then again he had started acting differently halfway through the year, this could have been why.
“Nothing’s changed, George. I still like you,” ‘like’ didn’t exactly cover how I felt for him, “ and it would be bloody sad if I didn’t,” I said teasingly. A quick glance at my watch told me had almost been five minutes since I arrived, the next thing I said had to make an impression, “I mean, we are married after all.”
And then I was back in my sister-in-law's kitchen, just as I had left it. It seemed almost no time had passed. I was glad to be back safe but did regret not being able to see the looks on the twins faces.
On the ground in front of the time turner the cause of the entire situation lay unbroken, “Vault it is then,” I muttered to myself.
“You know, I always wondered what that incident was,” A voice said from the doorway. There was my husband, a wide grin plastered on.
I rolled my eyes, “You are so annoying.”
“But you love me anyway, and it would be bloody sad if you didn’t.” He said, throwing my own words back in my face, which I buried in my hands.
“I can’t believe you still remember that?” My voice was muffled by my hands. George’s shoes made soft clicking sounds on the kitchens tile floor as he walked towards me.
“And I can’t believe you still get embarrassed,” he said tugging me up from the ground and pulling me into a hug.
“George tell me something,” I spoke into his chest, “Did you kiss me that day because of my visit,” I asked. I felt his arms tighten around me.
“Partly, I had been working up to it since I saw-”
“Me and Fred at the Yule ball,” I interrupted.
“After that, you started acting weird and I decided against it. Then future you came, and Umbridge found Dumbledore’s army. The three of us made the plan with the fireworks and Fred,” his voice cracked on the name, “and I started planning the kiss.”
I pulled away and looked up at him, he was so damn tall. 5’8 compared to my 5’1. “And you never thought to tell me any of this?” I asked.
“Well, I didn’t know how it happened so there wasn’t much to tell,” He shrugged. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Behind me, the Hot Cocoa had finished.
“Well now instead of a story to tell me, I guess it’s one for Darcy and Orion,” I stepped back and with a wave of my wand, the cups began floating towards the living room. George and I followed them out.
