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Sweet Dreams—George Weasley

Y/N Witherford, a quiet yet determined girl. Living with her mother and stepfather, her only escape is Harry, Ron, Hermione, muggle music and books, and a certain red haired prankster.

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This is my first attempt at fanfiction so bare with me. This book contains cussing, abuse (physical and emotional) and toxic relationships with parents. I will be putting warnings at the beginning of each chapter, but if these topics trigger you, then please don't read. I will be following the book storyline. I'm starting off with the third book, but there will be mentions of the previous books, and I'll be showing how they all met each other. I hope you enjoy <33

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This chapter takes place in The Sorcerer's Stone  

N/N stands for nick name 

Part 2 Part 3

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I Wanna Be Your Lover-Prince

That was the song that was playing on your Walkman as you sat in the large compartment, waiting for the Hogwarts Express to start moving. 

Going against your mothers wishes, you packed the muggle device in your suitcase. If your stepfather found out you even had the Walkman in your possession, he would be furious and he would punish you severely. You shuddered at the thought. 

You were grateful you wouldn't see him for the next 9 months. 

I wanna be your lover 

I wanna be the only one that makes you come running

I wanna be your lover 

As you started to sing the chorus, the door to the compartment started to open. Panicking, you hurriedly took off the headset, and shoved it under your seat, not wanting anyone to see you with it. 

In the doorway stood a lanky boy who looked to be about 13, with dark hair and freckles. A Weasley, no doubt. You had heard your stepfather talk about the Weasleys in a way that made you blood boil. You personally had never met any of the Weasleys, but you knew enough about them just by how much your stepfather talked about them. 

"The wizarding world would be much better off without scum like the Weasleys. They're the biggest blood traitors out there. Lucious was saying that they need to be put in their place, and I one hundred percent agree." He would say. 

"Sorry to bother you, but have you seen a tarantula anywhere? A friend of mine brought it with him and now we can't find it." the red-haired boy said, eyeing where your Walkman sat under your seat. "Whatcha got there?"

"Uh nothing...and no I haven't seen a tarantula. Sorry." you said, gently kicking the headset further back. 

"I don't believe you in the slightest. Whatever it is, I promise I won't tell. I pinky promise." He said holding his pinky outstretched towards you. 

You giggled at the gesture "You should at least tell me your name before you start making serious promises like that."

"Oh of course, where are my manners," he said sitting down next to you. "I'm George Weasley. First year at Hogwarts?" he asked.

"I'm Y/N Witherford, and yeah it is." you said sheepishly. "I'm guessing it's your second year?"

"Third actually. Now show me what you're hiding under your seat pretty please."

"Fine. But you have to promise not tell anyone." 

"I pinky promise," he said extending his pinky out. You hesitantly interlocked your pinky with his. 

"This is so embarrassing," you muttered as you slowly started to get the Walkman from under your seat. 

"George? George! Where the bloody hell are you?" came a voice from the hallway.

"Ahh, that's my brother calling for me," he said as he got up. "Will you show me what it is another time?"

"If you play your cards right, maybe," you said, grinning up at him.

He grinned back, "Excellent, see you later N/N." he said as he went back out in the hallway.

No one had ever called you that in years, the only person who ever called you that was your mother, but that was before she got married to your stepfather. You were left sitting there confused. 

Seeing this as an opportunity, you got your headset out and put it back on. But as soon as you pressed the play button, the compartment door started to open. Again, you took it off and shoved it back under your seat. 

Not only was there another Weasely standing in the doorway, but there was also a boy with black messy hair and glasses. 

"Anyone sitting in here with you? Everywhere else is full." said the Weasley. You shook your head as both of the boys sat across from you. It was silent for a moment. 

"Uh I'm Y/N Witherford. It's nice to meet you both." you said awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs. 

"I'm Ron. Ron Weasley," Ron said just as awkwardly. It was clear that he felt awkward sitting in a compartment with a girl. 

"I'm Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you too." Harry said, a little less awkwardly. 

Your eyes widened as he introduced himself. "Are you really Harry Potter?" you asked skeptically. 

Harry nodded. 

"I know! I didn't believe it at first either I just thought my brothers were messing with me." Ron said excitedly. 

"Sorry if I came off as rude, it just surprised me when you introduced yourself, that's all." you said, internally panicking, thinking that you just insulted The Boy Who Lived.

"You didn't come off as rude. I've been getting that reaction a lot lately." Harry said reassuring you. 

You breathed a breath of relief in your mind as the Hogwarts Express finally started to move. 

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The three of you were currently talking about Chocolate Frog cards and pigging out on Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands and a variety of other magical sweets. 

"I think the only wizard I'm missing is Paracelsus. I can't find him anywhere and it's driving me mad." You said chewing on some Droobles Best Blowing Gum. "I swear if I don't find him soon, I'm gonna go insane."

"The only one I'm missing is Agrippa, I think." Ron said, his mouth full of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. 

"How many of these cards are there exactly?" Harry asked, opening up another Chocolate Frog. 

"Hundreds at least, "Ron answered, shaking the jellybean box to see if there were any left. "Wanna see a spell my brother taught me?"

"Sure," Harry answered.

Ron dug around in his trunk until he pulled out a battered looking wand. He set the jellybean box on the floor and put is pet rat Scabbers on his lap. Just as he raised his wand, the compartment door opened. A girl with busy hair was standing in the doorway. 

"Have you three seen a toad anywhere? A boy named Neville has lost one." She said in a bossy voice. You noticed that she had very large front teeth. 

"We've already told him we haven't seen it," Ron said, but the bushy haired didn't reply to him. She was looking at the wand in his hand.

"Oh are you doing magic? Let's see it then." She said as she sat next to you. You slowly scooted a tiny bit away from her. 

"Er- alright," Ron said, clearing is throat. 

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

You had to hold back your laugh as Ron waved his wand around. Nothing happened to the rat. 

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" The girl said. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is. I've heard-I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough. I'm Hermione Granger by the way, who are you three?"

You couldn't comprehend anything that Hermione said. She spoke so fast. You were impressed that this muggle girl had already learned all the course books by heart. You had only skimmed over them. 

"I'm Y/N Witherford. It's nice to meet you Hermione," you said, smiling at Hermione. She smiled back. 

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered. 

"Harry Potter," Harry said. 

"Are you really?" Hermione exclaimed. "I know all about you, of course- I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."  

You felt bad for Harry seeing Hermione fangirl over him like this. You were sure that Hermione meant no harm, but you saw how uncomfortable Harry got just by the look of his face. Poor Harry. 

"Do you three know what houses you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best. I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad.... anyway, I'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon. I hope to see you later Y/N!"

And with that she left. 

"Hermione sure does talk a lot," you thought. 

"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she'd not in it," Ron grumbled. 

"Oh Ron don't be rude," you said with a slight frown on your face. "She's muggle born, she's bound to be excited about all this wizard stuff."

"She seems a little too excited if you ask me." Ron mumbled 

You laughed. "So quick to judge aren't you Ronald, I'm calling you that for now on, I don't care."

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 "What's your favorite Quidditch team Ronald?" you asked out of the blue. 

"Oh that's easy. The Chudley Cannons of course." Ron answered, puffing out his chest. "They're the best team in the league." 

"I hate to disagree with you Ronald, but the best team in the league is actually The Wimbourne Wasps." you said mockingly. 

Ron gasped. "How dare you say such a thing. The Wimbourne Wasps are-"

"What's Quidditch?" Harry interrupted. 

"Oh sorry Harry, I forgot you were raised by muggles," you giggled. "My bad."

"Just you wait Harry! It's the best sport in the world!" Ron said gleefully. 

You and Ron happily explained to Harry what Quidditch was, from the four balls to the positions of the players. You never had the chance to talk about something you were so passionate about, so you were happy that Harry was listening to you and Ron intently. 

Suddenly the compartment door opened for the fifth time that day. You were getting a little bit tired of it honestly. Three boys entered the compartment. Two of the boys were big and looked mean. They reminded you of ogres and trolls. You recognized the other one as Draco, Lucious Malfoy's son. Your stepfather and Mr. Malfoy were very good friends, and he had him and is family for dinner quite a few times. 

Whenever Draco was over at your house, you would stay as far away from him as you could. You just prayed that he wouldn't recognize you. 

"Is it true?" he asked, "They're all saying all down the train that Harry Potter is in the compartment. Is that you?"

"Yes." Harry answered, looking at the two troll looking boys. 

Draco saw that Harry was looking at the other guys. "Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle," he said, gesturing to the boys. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron coughed, but you knew he was doing that to hide his laugh. Draco glared at him. 

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."

"Okay Draco, that's enough," you snapped, fed up with how he was acting. You knew that Draco could be rude, but how he treated Ron made your blood boil. It reminded you of your stepfather. 

Draco looked at you. "Oh Y/N, what are you doing hanging out with a Weasley?"

"That's none of your business," you spat, "You should really consider how you talk to people, you might gain a reputation."

"Any reputation that you're thinking of would be better than associating with a Weasley," Draco spat back. 

"At least I don't have to rely on daddy's money to get me anywhere in life," you said, your voice laced with venom. 

 "I thought your stepfather raised you better than this Y/N," Draco smirked at you. "I wonder what he would do if he found out that you were hanging out with filth like a Weasley." 

Those words made you shut up. Looking over at Ron, you saw that his face was red with anger. 

Draco turned to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He said as he held out his hand for Harry to shake. 

You were grateful when Harry didn't take it. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." he said. 

"I'd be careful if I were you Potter," Draco said slowly, "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and Y/N and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."

You and Ron and Harry all stood up, all red in the face. 

"Draco if you don't get out, I swear-" you said angrily. 

"Or what Y/N?" he sneered. "You'll fight us?"

"Unless you don't get out now," Harry said angrily. 

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we boys? We've eaten all our food, and you still seem to have some." 

"Then buy some more, with daddy's money then," you said mockingly. 

Goyle reached for Ron's pile of Chocolate Frogs, Ron leapt forward, but before Ron even touched him, Goyle let out horrible yell that sounded like a banshee. 

Ron's rat, Scabbers was hanging off Goyle's finger. Crabbe and Malfoy backed into the hallway as Goyle swung his finger off, trying to get Scabbers off. Finally, Scabbers flew off his finger and hit the train window. All three went back to their compartment as fast as he could. 

You doubled over in laughter, "Oh my gosh, that was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time," you said wiping tears from your eyes. "His scream sounded so much like a banshee, it was hilarious." 

"How do you know Malfoy, Y/N?" Ron asked suspiciously. Your smile immediately fell from your face. 

"His father and my stepfather are good friends," you said darkly. "He comes over to my house for dinner once in a while." 

"What was he talking about when he mentioned your stepfather?" Harry asked, a look of concern on his face. 

"It's nothing to worry about," you said quickly. "We should probably change into our robes, I expect we'll be there soon."

Ron and Harry looked at each other, looks of skepticism and concern etched onto both of their faces.

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You were nervous as you waited to get sorted. Whenever you got nervous, you would think of the lyrics to Come Together by the Beatles. 

You were grateful that you packed up your Walkman while Ron and Harry were changing into your dress robes. 

"Abbot, Hannah!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Terry!" 

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Lavender!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Bulstrode, Millicent!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

He got monkey finger, he shoot coca cola

He say, "I know you, you know me"

One thing I can tell you is you got to be free 

You looked around and saw George talking to someone who you assumed was his twin brother. He looked over and waved at you, a big smile on his face. You waved back, smiling. 

"Granger, Hermione!"

You turned your attention away from George to look at Hermione. The way she jammed the sorting hat on her head made you giggle. 

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You heard Ron groan, you elbowed him in the stomach. 

As others were called up there, you began to think to yourself. You wanted to be in Gryffindor but you knew you would be in Slytherin. Your whole family including your stepfather was sorted into that house. With the exception of your biological father. You didn't know where he was, let alone what house he was sorted into. 

"Malfoy, Draco!"

You paid close attention to Draco as he went up there. The hat had barely touched his head when it shouted "SLYTHERIN!"

You internally groaned. You already knew it was gonna happen, but you were still disappointed none the less. 

You began to zone out, when you heard "Potter, Harry!"

You heard whispers all around you as Harry walked up to the stool. 

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?

Harry was up there for a good minute. It seemed the hat was having trouble deciding where to sort him. 

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat finally shouted. 

You saw Harry grin as he headed off to the Gryffindor table. You began to feel sad, knowing that the only friends you had made would be in different houses. And Ron had already revealed his dislike for Slytherin, that made it even worse. 

There were only five people left to be sorted now. 

"Thomas, Dean!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Turpin, Lisa!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Finally it was Ron's turn, his face was as green as yours, maybe a little bit darker. He looked like he was gonna puke as he went up to the stool. 

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Harry and George clap hard as Ron sat down at the table. 

Now there were only 2 people left, you and another boy. You felt like you were gonna pass out. 

"Witherford, Y/N!"

You walked to the stool, thinking that your legs were gonna give out. The last thing you saw before the hat blocked your vision was George, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco staring intently at you, waiting to see what house you were gonna be sorted into.

"Hmmm difficult, very difficult," a voice said in your ear. You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. "Raised in a Slytherin household, but no Slytherin qualities at all. Very interesting indeed."

The hat took many more moments to think. You were even more nervous at how long it took for the hat to sort you. 

Finally after what seemed like hours, the hat decided. 

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Draco's look of shook was nowhere near the look of shock on your face. Quickly though, your look of shock turned into a look of glee. You could feel Draco glaring daggers at your back. He would no doubt tell his father about this, and his father would tell your father. But you decided not to worry about that right now. 

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George all clapped the hardest as you eagerly sat down between Ron and George. 

The last student was finally sorted, and everybody quieted down as Professor Dumbledore began to speak. 

"You still gonna show me whatever you're hiding?" George whispered to you. 

"I promised you didn't I? I never break a promise." you whispered back 

Hermione shushed you and you and George stopped talking. 

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Oh my lord this took me so long to type out 😭

Hopefully you enjoy this as much as I did making it :)

I'll try to upload as much as I can, co be patient with me. 

xoxo, Izzy

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