"Mommy?" Fred Weasley II. shouted through the house and kneeled in complete confusion in the attic in front of a chest that caused his sudden bewilderment.
"Your mother is with Roxanne at Dominiques! Why're you screaming like that?" George Weasley asked with a ever present laugh in his voice and climbed the ladder to the attic. As George reached it had Fred scrambled up quickly, wiped his dusty hands on his pants and runned towards his father.
Instead of, like George expected, hugging his father, his son shooted past him the old ladder down again. Perplexed watched George after his son and decided to follow the footprints in the thick dust.
"Merlin, no!" George breathed in dismay as he saw the opened lid of the chest - he suddenly was white as chalc and was a concurrence for hospital walls. He could not believe that his son had found this chest, which he should see only in a few years.
He kneeled down at the exact same position his son and kneeled just a few moments ago. He understood the confusion of his son but he was slightly offended that he firstly searched for his mother and not him. But in the end he could understand it: He himself probably would have reacted the same way.
Inside the chest were the pictures of him and his deceased twin Fred Weasley, after which his son had been named. In addition to the pictures, most personal items such as Fred's Beater bat or his broom and wand. George had originally wanted to set up a vitrin in the living room, but he felt it was wrong and besides, every time he had seen his brother's belongings he had felt a tremendous grief, also in this very moment.
Apart from the pictures in this chest, Fred only existed as a sad reminder of Battle of Hogwarts among the entire Weasley family. There were not even any pictures of him in the family album - all had been removed at Georges request.
At Hogwarts - apart from the annual warnings and commemoration ceremonies in honor of the victims of the war and especially the battle of Hogwarts, there were no more pictures of Fred, so it was a miracle that Fred II. did not hear from his deceased uncle. Well - he knew, that someone had existed, but he thought he had quarreled with his family and they had no contact with each other anymore. To hear the name now, to find out that that was the same name and that he was apparently dead, was very shocking for him.
"Fred..." George croaked weakly and had to rest on the edge of. He still missed him as much as on the first day of their separation.
A/N: This is an oneshot, which I first uploaded to the German portal for fanfictions [FanFiktion. de]. Now I have translated it and would like to upload it here too. So please do not report this story or make other faxes, because I really wrote "Fred ..."!
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