I decided to make a bunch of one-shots for my dear Roxanne Weasley while I wait for the inspiration for her chapter story. The stories do progress with age. I own nothing related to Harry Potter.
Roxanne knew that she and her brother were special. It wasn't because their skin was an odd color that looked as if someone had under-baked a batch of sugar cookies, that would probably have been her mom, but because she and her brother were nearly identical. Roxanne did not realize the beauty of this until she was four years old and running through the house with her father's wand in hand. She knew he had told her countless times that what she was doing was dangerous, but she wanted to hide it from Fred. She had seen how he'd turned one of her favorite shoes into a toad. It had taken all the restrain she had to not punch him in the arm. Her mother had showed up and congratulated Fred for being so special and smart. Roxanne tossed the wand out the back door and watched with round, hazel eyes as it stopped in the air and remained there. A strong hand landed on her small shoulder. She turned to her mother with a big smile and wrapped her arms around her waist the way Fred always did. Their mother laughed and told her to not be so careless with things that didn't belong to her (or him, as she thought Roxanne was Fred).
Their hair had always been cut the same length. Roxanne preferred shorter locks because they allowed her to trick her mother, but their father knew the difference between the two of them. One time, they were leaning over a hole in the backyard and filling it with discarded yellow goop from their father's office. George walked up behind them and placed a hand on the back of Roxanne's head and called her name. She turned to him with raised eyebrows. He picked the four year old up and planted a kiss on her cheek. She giggled and buried her face in his neck as he tickled her. That was the day George decided Roxanne had to have more dresses to wear.
The escapades of the twins continued until they were eight years old. Roxanne wanted to get her hair cut, but her mother insisted that she must let it grow so that she can be a beautiful girl when school started. Beautiful? Roxanne fingered the thick, soft curls on her head and gave her mother a withering look. That meant she could no longer be Fred! Roxanne ran up to her room crying. It wasn't fair. Fred got to have a puppy, toad, and owl; she had nothing. She couldn't even manage to hold on to a fake identity. She was just plain hopeless. Her eyes were puffy and red when she turned to her family with a small frown. She sniffled as she sat straight and stared at the three of them. Her parents were smiling, but Fred looked right annoyed; he didn't have a problem pretending to be Roxanne when he needed to be. Each of her parents held a hand out to her. She took them and stood from the bed. Her father kneeled and smiled at her.
"We didn't decide to not let you get a haircut because we want to punish you, Roxanne. We want you to find who you are and focus on being the best you, not your brother, and we're sorry if we make you feel as if we treat Fred better. Come here, Rabbit." He pulled her into a tight hug.
Her mother moved in closer and enveloped them both. Roxanne burst into a fit of giggles as her father tightened his hold around her waist. She jumped on her bed and clapped as her mother handed her a box, which was filled with a fluffy orange dress. Okay, maybe being Roxanne Weasley wouldn't be so bad after all.
