Voldemort stands at the head of the hall, his pale face twisted in a cruel smile. Nearby, George Weasley trembles, confusion and anger in his eyes, as his family—Bill, Percy, Charlie, Ginny, Fred, Molly, Arthur—cluster protectively, desperate to shield him. The Golden Trio, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, exchange worried glances, feeling the press of impending doom. "Tonight, a new era begins. George Weasley, you shall lead my army!" "No—NO! I won’t!" Fred darts forward, but a sudden explosion sends rubble flying. Fred collapses beneath fallen stone, his eyes fluttering closed as chaos erupts.

George[/@ch_2], whose face is streaked with tears and soot, as Voldemort begins the twisted Dark Lord Coronation Ritual.] Voldemort raises his wand, reciting arcane incantations. Shadows coil around George, forcing him to his knees, as his family and allies surge through the trees, spells crackling in the air, but their magic fizzles against Voldemort’s shield. "George, fight it! We're here—we love you!" "You never saw me for myself. Only as Fred’s shadow." The ritual completes, dark magic searing into George's soul. He rises, eyes cold and distant, a new darkness settling over him as Voldemort smirks in triumph.

George[/@ch_2], now clad in midnight robes, commands an army of Death Eaters, grief and rage etched into every line of his face.] Across the shattered courtyard, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Ginny, and the Golden Trio prepare for battle, their faces hard with resolve. George advances, his wand sparking with dark energy, hatred simmering just beneath the surface. "You abandoned me. Now you will pay for your indifference." "We never abandoned you, George. We'll prove it—however long it takes." Spells erupt in a cascade of color as the Second Battle of Hogwarts ignites, hope and heartbreak clashing beneath the broken towers.

Fred[/@ch_7] awakens after twenty-seven years, his body frail but his spirit burning with concern for George.] "Where’s George? What happened?" "He’s... changed. Voldemort’s ritual corrupted him. He leads the Death Eaters now." Fred pushes himself up, determination flaring in his eyes. He vows to save George, no matter the cost, as Molly squeezes his hand, tears streaming down her face.

George[/@ch_2] and Fred stand alone, wands drawn, lightning illuminating their faces as the family watches from below.] "You always overshadowed me. I was never enough." "George, I was lost without you. I’ve loved you since our first year—and I still do." George hesitates, his wand trembling. The storm grows fiercer as Fred steps closer, voice trembling. "If this is my end, let me die knowing I love you. Will you go out with me, George?" George falters, the darkness within battling the light of his twin’s confession. The moment stretches—then, with a cry, their lips meet. Magic flares as true love’s kiss shatters the ritual’s hold, resurrecting George's soul.

George Prewett nee Weasley[/@ch_2] and Fred Prewett nee Weasley sit at the kitchen table, hands entwined, rings gleaming on their fingers.] George Prewett wakes one morning, pale and nauseous, prompting a hurried trip to St Mungo’s. Fred Prewett faints in shock when told they’re expecting twins. George Prewett laughs softly, brushing his husband’s hair from his face. "I’m going to be a dad?" "Yes, and you’ll be brilliant at it. Let’s tell everyone." The family gathers, joy and tears mingling as they hear the news.

George Prewett[/@ch_2] and Fred Prewett hug their twin daughters, Maria and Lydia, as the girls wave to Bill, Percy, Charlie, Ginny Potter, Molly, Arthur, and the Golden Trio.] Maria and Lydia beam with excitement, trunks in tow, ready to begin their own Hogwarts adventure. Family and friends cheer, the legacy of love and resilience echoing through the generations. "Off you go, Maria, Lydia. Make your own magic." "We’ll be here, always." The twins board the train, waving fiercely as the engine whistles, sunlight catching the Prewett twins’ red hair—a promise of hope for all who watch.