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W/C Without A/N - 540
Written for the Eurovision Competition - Slovenia
Namesake
All of his life, Freddie has been told about his namesake, his uncle Fred. Uncle Fred was the funniest person ever. He was a prankster extraordinaire. He loved Quidditch, and he was an amazing beater. Everyone expected Freddie to be the same, to be funny, and fun, and everything that he wasn't.
Freddie enjoyed books, and learning. He enjoyed being by himself. He enjoyed the quiet, and he liked taking walks in Grandpa Arthur's Garden and he liked to feed the ducks. He liked Quidditch, but he liked chasing, rather than beating.
His dad was disappointed in him, Freddie knew. His dad wanted him to be just like uncle Fred. That's why he had been named after him. Mum told him that Dad and Uncle Fred had been more than just brothers, they had been twins, and that was even more special.
Freddie wanted to make his dad proud. He really did. So he started to prank his cousins with stuff he got from WWW. When he played Quidditch with his cousins, he played beater. He made jokes and he laughed all the time, but inside, he knew it wasn't right.
The night before the Hogwarts Express would take him to Hogwarts for the first time, his mum came to talk to him.
"Hey, Freddie. Are you excited?" She asked, sitting on the bed beside him. He shoved the book further under the covers, hoping she wouldn't see it.
He shrugged in reply. He was, but then, he wasn't. He had been worrying for weeks about the sorting. Uncle Ron had already told him about the hat that could read your innermost thoughts and feelings to decide what house to put you in. How was he supposed to convince the hat to put him in Gryffindor, when it was so obvious he belonged in Ravenclaw?
"You know, your dad will be proud of you, no matter where the hat puts you," his mother told him, and he looked at her with obvious disbelief in his eyes.
"He will. He loved your Uncle Fred, but he loves you too. He see's you as you are, and he loves you as you are. You don't have to be a carbon copy of your Uncle Fred, just to make him proud, Freddie. I promise."
With a kiss to his forehead, his mum stood up, pulling the book from under the covers as she did.
"We all know where you belong, Freddie."
Freddie hugged the book to his chest as he lay back on his bed. Sleep was a long time in coming as he fought with himself to make a decision. Did he go where he would belong, or did he try and make his dad proud? It didn't occur to him that they could both be possible.
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Dear Freddie,
Congrats on getting into Ravenclaw little dude. We're really proud of you. Let us know how your first week goes, alright? If you keep your grades up, when you come home at Christmas, we'll go buy you a new broom. You can start practising for a Chaser's spot for next year, alright?
Love you kiddo,
Dad
