Hi! I've revised this chapter and am working my through the next few chapters. After that I'll hopefully finish the story quickly after that but I can't make any promises (I have lots of exams coming up, my laptop is broken and I'm borrowing this whenever I can).
As always, you can message me any suggestions or headcanons and I may include them.
Fred George Weasley
He hated pranking.
He, Fred Weasley 2nd, absolutely loathed pranking. What was the point of it? Personally, he preferred to go for a relaxing swim in the Lake – the Giant Squid loved the company – or to try and chat up Olivia Boot. But despite his feelings towards pranking, he did it anyway. Growing up, he had seen the expressions on his father's face. Fred knew how similar he was to his namesake and how that hurt his dad. George had actually told Fred that even though Uncle Fred was dead, it was like he was living through Fred. That had hurt (though Fred knew it wasn't deliberate – it was New Years, and George was tipsy) and so Fred pranked, even though he hated it, just so he could watch his father's eyes sparkle with happiness as he remembered the fun times with his brother.
Olivia Boot.
Olivia Boot – or Livvy, as he secretly liked to call her – was a brown haired, brown eyed teacher's pet that had one day walked into the Charms Classroom and – how corny was this? – straight into his heart. She worked hard, achieved good grades and was Head Girl and Prefect. She also enjoyed rejecting all of Fred's advances. When Uncle Harry had overheard him describe Olivia's most recent rejection to Louis, he had burst out laughing and then walked off with no explanation, chuckling and muttering something that sounded like 'Prongs' and 'Lily Flower'.
Roxanne.
His sister, his rock. Roxy had always been there for him, using her three extra years of life experience to protect him (though she did lord it over him too, claiming it was her right as big sister). To say they were close was an understatement: they told each other everything. He was the first person Roxy told when she had been dumped by Mark McLaggen (who, by the way, ended up with a broken nose. Fred got a week's worth of detention for that but it was soworth it) and the first person he told about his crush on Olivia was Roxy. They just clicked.
Quidditch.
Fred loved it. He lived for the game, for the thrill, the adrenalin. He was a beater on the Gryffindor team from his 2nd to 7th year. There was the added bonus of Roxy being the other beater for the first three years. For all three of those years Gryffindor won both the House and Quidditch cup by a margin of 300 points. His cousin, Dominique, had filled the spot after Roxy left Hogwarts and they worked well together, but never as well as his work with Roxy. When he graduated, Fred continued with Quidditch, and within a year was signed to the Appleby Arrows. The first thing he heard when he was introduced to the team was a shriek of surprise and then he was hugged by a blur of red in blue and silver Quidditch robes. Roxy.
Death
Fred was thirty three when he died. Too young, in his opinion; in everyone's opinion. It was a Wednesday when he died, in the middle of August. He had been midway through training when he received an owl from his wife, Olivia (she had finally agreed to date him in the 7th year and they had married nine years later. Throughout this time, Fred had repeatedly heard Uncle Harry muttering 'Prongs' and 'Lily-flower'). Her letter said that she had gone to St Mungo's after a morning of uncharacteristically severe illness. She had written that the healers had stopped the vomiting but she needed to see him as soon as possible. Full of panic – Olivia was never sick – Fred had immediately left practice and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. Unfortunately, Fred had never been proficient at apparation, and he instead arrived several miles east, on the muggle M25. He was hit by a car and died instantly.
7 months later, Olivia gave birth to his daughter, Isla.