The Wrong Son

by SailorSilvanesti

The name escapes before it can be drawn back, both of them know it, but it only confirms what he has thought all along. Darkness Runs, but count the cost, the battle is won, but the son is lost.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the associated characters.

So, someone put it to me, that Molly might accidentally mix her sons up by accident, and I made it a prompt:

"Imagine Molly being busy, and idly calling George, "Fred" out of accidental habit..."

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~*The Wrong Son*~

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The pause, they way they lock eyes filling with tears as the syllables ring out in the sudden overwhelming silence, the pain that lances through their hearts...

Not a word more is spoken... but the tears speak louder than any apology ever could.

They were not sorry that Molly had once again called her son by the wrong name, rather that, she was sorry he was not here...

George was merely sorry that the wrong son was dead, and nothing his parents or siblings could ever say would convince him otherwise.

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The End.

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I know it is uncharacteristically short for me, but it was written on a whim at 2:30 in the morning.

Hope you liked it, in a twisted way,

~*SailorSilvanesti/Phoenix Fire*~