Hi LeeAnnnnnn Can i plz request a drabble of just dad George? Im so obsessed with dad twins rn and Ive given a lot of attention to Fred but i wanna see some Georgie love too! Ty ily 🧡
thank you love! i do adore some dad!george kind of a continuation of my other dad george from a while back with his toddler? also heavily influenced by my own father so hope y’all like it
Being a father is hard. George had known it going into every appointment, every decision he’d made with you, every moment.
Being a father was much harder than he thought.
He watched as his son struggled to find himself and shouted when he couldn’t contain his emotions. The kicks at walls and tears when Fred Jr. couldn’t handle what was going on. The arguments and the crying at night.
The overwhelming love was almost suffocating-- but it was a struggle. On nights like tonight.
Long ago, when you were still alive, the two of you had realized that giving the boy some space worked the best.
So space was being given.
George wondered if it was all the long nights at work that made little Freddy so upset. He’d started bringing his son to work-- had turned the backroom into a proper play room or flex room that Fred might like.
Perhaps he should have listened to that parenting book and not have named his son after his dead brother-- something about expectations.
Your death had been hard on them both, perhaps it was just a matter of it making things so much harder.
Either way-- his son had been gone for two nights so far after storming out and screaming at his parent. He always came back. Freddy always came back. Usually it was after having slept on a friends couch, but he always came back.
George’s hand shook as he tried to piece together the product in his shed.
Going to hogwarts hadn’t made things much better-- aside from the fact that Freddy had more friends now than just his cousins. On the breaks Freddy just seemed to revert back to the sad, angry boy he’d always been.
Dozens of parenting books stood on dusty shelves. None had seemed to help.
A door slammed back inside of the house-- Freddy was back.
George took his time to approach the door, before knocking. He could hear the boy crying-- turning 15 seemed to make things worse.
“Freddy? Can I come in? I’ve got some dinner for you.”
A grumbled response came from inside the room, and George walked into a mess of a bedroom with his son crying so hard his eyes were swollen shut. With a frown, George handed his son a handkerchief to wipe his eyes with. “If you keep rubbing them you’ll hurt them Freddy.”
With a huff, George sat down on the bed. He’d tried putting Freddy in activities. Tried cooking more healthy food. Tried earlier bed times.
And his son was still in pain. Crying until he couldn’t breathe. George stroked his son’s hair as the young man sobbed into the comforter. More silence, more space.
George loved being a father, but it was hard.
“I was out with friends, I went to sleep at Danny’s house. His cousin was there and I got into an argument with him. A bad one.”
George’s hand left his son’s head and moved to pat him on the shoulder as Freddy finally began to sit up in the bed.
“I was screaming at his cousin-- he was an asshole! He was being a prick about you, couldn’t let him talk down about you not finishing school!”
“I don’t need you to defend me Freddy--”
“He was being an ass! And I got too mad and I--” Freddy seemed to falter under his father’s worried gaze and seemed to wither. “I cursed him. Nothing too bad-- Danny’s mum is a healer so it got sorted but... I got one of those notices from the ministry-- they say I’m going to get kicked out of Hogwarts--”
“I won’t let that happen.” At Freddy’s hopeful look, George continued, “You won’t get kicked out-- your Uncle Harry had done far crazier things at that point. I’ll take you to the ministry to get it sorted. But you’re going to go and see someone about all of this Freddy.”
There were more tears. “Danny said he doesn’t want to see me ever again. My friends hate me now.”
George continued to pat his son on the back. The parenting books hadn’t done much to help him about this. His vision began to blur, but he didn’t want to make things worse by crying. “You made a bad choice, Freddy. They’re upset with you. They’ll need time, and you’ll need to give it to them and respect their choices. It doesn’t make you someone bad, it means that you need to work more on your anger issues.”
When his son collapsed into tears once more, George kept his own tears at bay. It was hard not to wonder about what he could have done different so that Freddy wouldn’t be having such a rough go of things. If you were here things would be better. You were always so good at setting things straight.
“I need you to eat what you can and shower up. We’re going to go and get this all sorted out in the morning.”
“Are you mad at me, Dad?”
“No.” George wiped at his tears and made himself look down at his son, “I’m just sad that all of this happened. But I’m not mad. You’re a good boy who made a mistake.”
A silence, before Freddy pressed onward. “Do you still love me?”
“Always. You couldn’t do anything to change that.” George was more openly crying at the moment. Dozens of words he wanted to say held back simply for the fact that it wasn’t right to burden his child with his own insecurities about parenting. “I love you to bits and pieces.”
“I love you too.” Freddy looked at his father-- the strong man he looked up to for years and felt incredibly vulnerable to see him upset. Both struggled to get a grip of themselves. “I know I’m in trouble-- will you stay in here for a little while longer, please?”
George didn’t answer, and simply nodded as he wiped away his tears. He’d do anything for his boy.
