It's my first attempt at a Potter fanfiction... As you can probably tell.
I crossed a very busy Ikea, searching for Angie and the baby. All around me couples sat on cheap sofas filled with joy of their first real relationship. A particular couple stood out, they were laying on a double bed, the woman heavily pregnant, her long brown hair almost reaching her belly, was laying on her back gazing up at the ceiling while she spoke to the man laying next to her. The man was lying on his side staring at the woman, taking in every word she spoke like he would be tested on it later. He had short ginger hair and a mess of ginger stubble. They must both be in their early twenties. Yet to live their lives to the full, yet to experience everything there is to offer. It shouldn't anger me but it does. I can't help but look at the man and see Fred. See a man free to live his life, free to walk this earth. But he chooses to have a child, ultimately giving up all the opportunities waiting for him. But I can't be angry at someone I don't know. I don't even know his name, who am I to judge a man I have only laid eyes upon once?
I walk away quickly, wanting to leave all the more now. I weave through happy couples and families until I see Angelina's slender figure.
"Angie" I shout, wanting to leave. She spun round a smile illuminating her face when she sees me.
"Hey, Freddie really likes this sofa. Please?"
I cringe at the use of my brothers name. I was always against calling
him Fred. I knew it would kill me every time I looked at him, every time
I called after him. But Angelina insisted. She wouldn't let it go, insisting
it would honour Fred, make sure he isn't forgotten. But how could I
forget my twin brother. Brave Fred who died fighting for peace
throughout the wizarding world. He died, and the battle was won. How
could he possibly be forgotten when I see him every time I look in the
mirror; when my mother accidentally calls me Freddie over Christmas
dinner; when my older brother, Percy, avoids seeing me because he
blames my incompetence for his death?
Anger fills me again. Everything that happens today reminds me of Fred. Makes me want to go back to that day exactly 7 years ago. Make me wish I had died in the explosion he died in. I hear his last laugh every night. How could I forget the greatest beater in Hogwart's history. If not the most skilled, but the bravest.