You and George have been dating for a couple of years now, George invited you over to the burrow for Christmas your 6th year at Hogwarts. You were trying to find the perfect gift for Georgie, it was getting harder now that you have spent several holidays with him and have used up all of your best gift ideas. It took a while, just looking around, but something finally clicked. George has been talking about how he wishes he could capture the moments you two have spent together, and there is nothing better to do that with than with a camera.

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Christmas Day*

The energy rushed around the burrow like a rocket, everyone rushing downstairs to open presents. Eventually, it started to calm down, Ron and Fred already ripped through their gifts and now it was your turn to give George his gift. You were nervous, hoping he would like it. You gave him the gift with a slight shake in your hands. “Here, I hope you like it.”

He grinned at you, in the way that made your heart skip a beat. “I know I’ll love it, it came from you and that’s meaningful enough.” He slowly started to unwrap the gift until the box was revealed. He looked up at you with shock written all over his face. Your heart dropped thinking that he didn’t like it. Then he smiled and tackled you into a hug. “Oh sweetheart, thank you. It’s too much though, this is an expensive camera.”

“It’s not too much. You just got me the best gift I have ever gotten. I wanted to give something just as meaningful. Oh I got you one more thing,” you said, handing him another gift.

“You out did yourself this year, love.” He opened the gift it reveal an empty photo album, “I think we should take our photo for our album.”

He handed the camera to Ginny, trusting she would take the best photo out of his siblings. And there it was, the first polaroid, of you and George under the Christmas tree, printed out and put into the album.

Through out the day photos were taken, family photos, photos of you and George, photos of dinner and the hot chocolate you made. There were photos of everything and anything. Molly even grabbed the camera and took a photo of you and George playing in the snow. The first two pages of the album was filled with the best Christmas you had ever had.

 George preceded to use the camera all the time. And you were his favorite thing to photograph. He had so many photos of you that he looked liked a full blown stalker. Every date you two went on, he would take a photo. But also in the simple moments he would take a picture, you sitting by the fireplace reading, your smile, you and George going to the lake together, and so many more.

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Next summer at the burrow*

George had brought you to the lake near by the burrow. It was a hike away, but it was worth it. You and George have been here before, although you usually have the other Weasley siblings tagging along, but it never gets old, every time it feels magical. The lake looked straight out of a fairy tale, it was private and you haven’t seen anyone else there before, and the water was crystal clear. There were the most beautiful plants all around, including a stunning willow tree. The lake was a light teal to green color, it looked just as refreshing as it was.

You and George drop off your bags before running down to the water. For a while you just slashed around and playing games, then eventually you ended up floating around the lake in George’s arms. After an amazing time in the lake, it was almost time to head back and that’s when George got out, “I’ll be right back, you stay right there, okay?”

“Okay?” You were confused but just let him do his thing and decide to take this time to swim around and enjoy being in the water. In less than a minute, George was back, but this time with his beloved camera. “One would think you have enough photos of me to last you a lifetime,” you joked.

“Oh love, no amount of photos would ever be enough. You, my muse, are so painfully beautiful that I would be doing the world a disservice to not take as many pictures of you as I can.” He was cheeky with his reply, yet he was also all to serious with it as well. He truly believed that you were the most beautiful thing in the world, “ alright now just swim around like you were.”

You did just as he said, you swam around and floated on your back, and George snapped away on his camera. Even continued to take photos of you laid out on a towel in the grass.

You really didn’t think much of George taking all those photos at the time, you really just thought it was no big deal. It was cute and that was all.

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15 years later*

You and George are now married with kids, and a whole bunch of nieces and nephews. One day your daughter stumbles upon the first photo album from years ago. Since then you and George have filled up several more. Your daughter asked to go through it with you and George, and of course your two sons wanted to join in.

That night was the first night you have looked at that album in quite some time, probably a couple of years now. So when flipping through the memories, you were brought to tears. Not sad ones of course, but ones of gratitude, you have never been so happy that you got George a camera, or that George takes photos anytime he gets a chance. Now all those little moments that you never think of got resurfaced. The day at the lake, or that first Christmas, or even just playing board games in the living room, all those memories that felt like everything at the time came rushing back.

You took a look over at George and caught his eye. You both looked at each other with so much love. You have been in love for so long, but looking at these photos reminded both you of what it was like to fall in love that very first time.

“Even after all these years, you are still my muse that keeps inspiring me,” George whisper to you, like it was oath, something sacred.

“Oh Georgie, you are our photographer that makes sure our memories are never forgotten, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, and thank you.”

“For what?”

“For the camera, for this life, for our kids, and for loving me all this time.”

Today is the day that the Weasley kids, minus Ginny, go and escort Harry to the burrow. George wanted me to stay at the burrow, one of the only times he was serious, said he didn’t want something to happen to me. Now I’m sitting here worried something is going to happen to him and I won’t be there to help.

The war has changed everything, obviously, made things more complicated… haunted. It made you wish that life was simple again, when you and Georgie were in Hogwarts and the worst thing you two had to worry about was detention for whatever You, George and Fred were up to.

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A few years earlier*

It was the perfect fall night, you had a good book to read and a beautiful fire roaring in the Gryffindor common room. It was a rare moment of peace in the common room, or in Hogwarts in general, you pretty much had the common room all to yourself.

That peaceful, quiet moment was short lived. Soon, quidditch practice ended and the whole team came flooding in, including your boyfriend of two years, Georgie. He immediately came up to you and tried to give you a kiss. However, you shut that down pretty quickly, “No, you’re all sweaty! Go shower and then you can kiss me.” He just stares at you like you just kicked a puppy.

“Fine,” he pouts, “it’s going to be the quickest shower I ever took.”

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About 10 minutes later George comes running back into the common room and right at you.

“Can I get a kiss now?” Georgie smirks.

“I guess.” You tease. And just like that George leans in for a kiss. It was a soft, tender kiss, one that was full of love and patience.

Once the kiss ended, Georgie laid down on the couch with his head in your lap. George then grabs your hand and puts it on his head and you know that he wants you to play with his hair. The energy is settling and now all that is left is a peaceful, calm mood in the common room.

“How was practice?” You ask softly.

“Grueling.”

“Did you get hurt?” Now you’re a little anxious.

“Got the wind knocked out of me, nothing serious though, don’t worry.” Georgie winks at you, knowing full well that you were worrying about him.

“I always worry about you,” you sass back.

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Present day*

The longer they’ve been gone, the worse the anxiety gets. You, Molly and Ginny all sit together in silence, and as anxious as you all were, being there together was comforting.

Harry and Hagrid came back first, saying that the death eaters were attacking them, and that they took out Hedwig.

Knowing that they were attacked scared the living hell out of you. You know George is smart, and quick in his broom, but there was know way of knowing that he was okay.

Then George was back and your stomach dropped. George was bleeding from his head and immediately you and Molly jumped into action to get George to the couch and bandaged up.

While you were fussing over George he just gave you a lazy smile, and teasing you about how you must love him so much if you’re that worried about him. “How luck am I, to have the most beautiful girl all worried about me? You must love me a lot, huh?”

“George, you know I love you a lot,” you say exhausted. George looked at me real hard, he was about to say something but then the others got back and Fred was now cracking jokes with him.

You’re fixing the pillows, grabbing him water and food, checking on his wound, then all of a sudden George grabs your hand. “Hey, love?”

“Yeah? Are you hurting, do you need something?” You ask in a rush. You were so scared and just running on adrenaline that you were nonstop trying to take care of him.

“Yeah, I need you to sit with me and rest. I’m okay, I’m just missing one ear, not a limb. It’s all okay now, I’m safe.” He was gentle with you, he knew you were on edge.

You just nodded and he lifted his head enough for you to sit down on the couch. He dropped his head back down on your lap, looking up at you.

“Are you okay?” George questioned with an eyebrow raised.

“You scared me,” your voice cracked, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Oh sweetheart, it’s going to take a lot more than some loser death eaters to take me away from you. I’m not going out easy, not when I have the most beautiful, kind, fierce woman waiting for me.” He reaches up and tucks your hair and his hand landed on the back of your neck. He pulled you down for a kiss, a soft, tender kiss filled with love. It was a kiss that made the world just melt away and all that was left was you and Georgie.

That night you and George sat on the couch in front of the fire, his head in your lap with you playing with his hair and rubbing his head. And suddenly it felt like you and George were back at Hogwarts and things were simple. And you realized that even in the worst of times, George was going to be there calming the storm, the way you do for him. There is nothing that you and George won’t get through together.

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You were laying on the couch, not thinking much of it, when your father walks in with a beer and sit down on the chair in the living room. You had just gotten back from Hogwarts for Christmas.

You and your father aren’t close anymore, not since your mother died in a car accident when you were 8. That accident took two people from you, your mom, and the loving dad your father used to be. After the accident he turned to alcohol to cope. You grow up taking care of yourself and him. Over the years he got more and more aggressive. The older you got, the more you resemble her, even down to being a witch like she was while your father is a muggle, the older you get the more you trigger him.

These fights are nothing new. That’s why getting into Hogwarts, a boarding school, was a blessing. He can’t pick a fight with you when you’re not there.

Today it started off with saying how lazy you are for just laying on the couch… you cooked dinner and cleaned the house. So you get up and are about to just walk to your room and close the door and ignore him. That’s when things escalate.

“DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME!” He yells, throwing a vase at you, only landing two feet away. You feel the sharp pieces cut your legs and the fear jumps to your throat. He has never taken it this far, the fairest he’s gone was shoving you. So you take off to your room, your dad chasing behind you. He grabbed your arm tight, tight enough to leave bruises. You mange to yank yourself out of his grip and get to your room and lock the door. He’s banging on the door, you know he’s going to knock it off the hinges any moment. You only grab your wand and wallet, and managing to slip on slippers before climbing out the window, before he smashes in the door. You sprint down the road in the dead cold of a London winter, tears steaming down your face, trying to figure out where to go. There’s only one place that feels safe. You run and run for hours until the burrow comes into view.

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Knock knock*

The door opens and Molly Weasley is standing there is shock.

“Oh sweetie. Come in,” Molly comforts while turning over her shoulder to yell, “Georgie come down here!”

George runs downstairs, expecting to get yelled at for whatever prank him and Fred have been up to recently. Expect instead he finds you, his beloved girlfriend, crying, cold, and bleeding.

“What happened, love,” George pulls you into a hug, leading you to the chair by the fireplace, “oh Merlin, you’re freezing! And your legs are all cut up!” George yells out to Molly for some help, “Mum could you please get some blankets and the first aid kit, please!”

“Already on it!” Molly quips while walking in with everything George asked for. “I also got some water on the stove for tea and started making some soup but that will take longer.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice rasping from exhaustion and dehydration.

“Of course sweetheart. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” Molly questioned.

You curl into the blankets George gave you, while he tends to the wounds on your legs.

“My father… he was drunk and started going off on me for no reason. I got up to just go to my room and wait it out and that’s when he throw a vase at me and I just knew I had to leave. I’m sorry I didn’t know where else I could go,” you sobbed the story to Molly and George.

George figured that’s what happened, he knows the relationship between you and your father. He’s devastated, seeing you crying and injured feels like a stab to the heart.

“Oh honey, you are always welcomed here, okay? You are now forbidden to go back there, I don’t want you around him anymore,” Molly comforts, “I’ll be back with tea and soup.”

“Love, I’m so sorry,” George cleaned and bandaged the cuts and is now wrapping you up in blankets and has you on his lap. “Mum’s right, you are not going back there, okay? You’re staying here during breaks from now on. If you need anything at all, you let me know.”

You just nodded, all the energy to respond has been drained from you. George just sits with you, making sure you drink the tea and soup Molly got you. He strokes your hair and just holds you. You’re lucky that you evaded frost bite, and now that you’ve warmed up and ate something George has taken you up to the bathroom for a shower.

George, very gently, made you a warm bath and puts you in. Very tenderly washing your hair and body. He doesn’t let you do a thing but rest in the warm water. Afterwards he dries you off, wraps you in a towel and set you on his bed and brushes his hair.

Eventually you’re back in the Weasley’s living room, in George’s clothes, in George’s arms. The rest of the Weasley’s have been filled in and they are all ready to ride at dawn for you. The plan is for you, George, Fred and Bill the go back to your house to collect your things and get out.

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