A Fred/You story. You’re an angry person. It runs in your family. Your father was sent to Azkaban and your mother left you and your siblings when you finally begin to find some hope in this World. Things seem to be falling into place like they once were. 'I hate it all, them, my blood that runs through me. I'M A PART OF THEM!' you hollered. 'I HATE EVERYTHING!' 'You hate everything? Does that mean that you hate me?' Fred stood up, no longer joking. 'I could never hate you even if I tried.'