This was genuinely moving. There's a sweetness here that lurks in the HP series but rarely shines forth this tenderly. I enjoyed the slow unfolding of George's interest in Quidditch, in Viktor, in life itself, his gradual emergence from the numb despair following Fred's death. I thought you handled the fresh hope and the occasional horrible pang of memories that will always hurt, of absences that will always be felt, with great persuasiveness and quiet emotion. The descriptions of flying are lovely, and Viktor is a very appealing character. I also smiled at the chaos of the Weasley clan (which, frankly, in real life would drive me up a wall), although poor Ron! He's so often chosen to play the prat.