Well..This is dark. I saw a meme with this idea on Ifunny. So the idea was certainly not mine. I don't own Harry Potter.
Molly's hands trembled. Fluid began to build up in her eyes. A needle sat between her fingertips, a purple thread tied to it. A half-stitched 'F' was making itself known on the blue fabric. Molly had never made a sweater for Fleur, more out of spite than forgetfulness. Now, however, it seemed to be a mistake. Perhaps if she had started making them earlier, it wouldn't be so hard to make one for Fleur now? Alas, she would never know. A pile of already completed sweaters.
On the top of the pile, the green sweater, one which had the familiar 'G' on it, stood out to Molly. She looked down at the sweater she was making and almost tragically, she heaved out a dry-sob. It was all wrong. Every single bit of it. The 'F' she was stitching belonged on a bright green sweater on an even brighter boy. After his death, Molly had no trouble being able to tell the twins apart in her dreams, rather, nightmares. Fred had a freckle on his ear that George didn't have. He had a scar on his elbow.
The dry-heaving stopped, she was used to their random appearances, spurred on by the simplist of things. Molly continued to stitch the 'F' onto the sweater. And when she finished, she didn't place the sweater on the pile. It didn't belong there. It didn't belong with her children. Despite, Fleur being pregnant at the time, and not at all the fault of Fred's death. Molly resented Fleur for not being the 'F' to die.
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