George Weasley[/@ch_1].]
Voldemort raises his wand, the tip pulsing with a sickly green glow. The gathered Death Eaters chant, their faces twisted in anticipation. Shouts echo below as Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and the Golden Trio surge through the chaos, desperate to reach George.
"Tonight, the world learns the true power of despair. George Weasley, arise as my heir!"
George falters, his gaze darting to the battered defenders below. A wall explodes, and Fred Weasley is thrown aside, motionless in the rubble.
George[/@ch_1], who kneels as Voldemort carves black runes into the marble floor. Shadows crawl up the walls, distorting banners and faces. The DA and teachers form a defensive ring, wands shaking in their hands.]
"We won't let you take him!"
George is shackled by invisible magic, his mind battered by whispers and the overwhelming promise of power. He tries to resist, but the ritual surges, rooting itself deep within him. The defenders’ spells fizzle against Voldemort's shield. In the chaos, George surrenders, eyes burning with unnatural light as the coronation is completed.
George Weasley[/@ch_1], now Dark Lord, leads Death Eaters in a savage assault on Hogwarts. His family and the Golden Trio—grown older, wearier—stand ready, wands drawn and eyes shining with pain.]
George advances, his cloak swirling, voice icy with resentment. Fred Weasley—just awakened from a coma—joins his siblings, desperation plain in his gaze.
"Did you ever truly care, or was I always just half of the joke?"
"You were never just half. I need you, George. I love you, always have."
Spells flash, the air thick with grief and rage. George's powers flare, nearly overwhelming his family.
Fred Weasley[/@ch_7] faces George alone. Lightning forks overhead, illuminating their battered forms. George raises his wand, lips trembling, as Fred steps forward, voice raw.]
"Say your final words, Fred. I want to hear them before you go."
"I’ve loved you since our first year. I never stopped. If I die, let it be knowing I adore you. Will you go on a date with me, George?"
George hesitates, the darkness within him recoiling at the confession. Tears streak his cheeks as love wars with magic. Their lips meet in a desperate, trembling kiss—a surge of light cracks the sky, shattering the coronation’s hold.
Fred Prewett[/@ch_7] and George Prewett (having taken the Prewett name) walk hand-in-hand through the orchard. Family and friends gather, hope renewed.]
George wakes up ill one morning, cheeks flushed. Fred fusses, worry creasing his brow. At St Mungo’s, the healers beam—George is pregnant.
"I’m going to be a dad? Merlin, someone catch me!"
George laughs, eyes bright with joy. The news spreads, bringing tears and cheers to Bill, Percy, Charlie, Ginny Potter, and all the gathered clan.
George Prewett[/@ch_1] and Fred Prewett, kneel beside them, smiles bittersweet but proud.]
"Remember, Maria, Lydia—be brave, be kind, and never let anyone tell you who you are."
"And if you ever need a joke, you know who to owl."
The train whistle blows. The girls scramble aboard, waving to a crowd of Weasleys, Prewetts, Golden Trio, DA, and teachers—all alive, all changed by war and love. The platform glows with promise, as the legacy of two brothers—once divided, now united—carries onward.
