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This story was pretty much inspired by Jess.91's story Ten Little Things. GO READ IT!!!
The Healing Process
When he was younger it was completely disregarded. His father ignored it and his mother just smiled and said nothing. His Grandfather and his Uncles and Aunts all just kept on pretending it didn't matter. None of it changed for them as he got older.
He started to notice though, he saw the way she looked at him...he saw the way she didn't look at all. She never addressed him by his name, always calling him some sort of odd nickname or not calling him at all. She never quite gave him a full hug and it never lasted for more then a second.
After a while he tried acting especially nice. He thought maybe she hated him because he had been bad before. The more he tried to help the more she couldn't look at him. When he was 11 and on his way to Hogwarts she didn't wave or hug him goodbye. Instead she held Aunt Ginny's son James and nodded to him like he was a stranger.
When he excitedly told her how he had gotten into Gryffindor she left the room and went out to feed the owl. That year when they went for Christmas he faked sick. His mother knew he wasn't, but she lied for him anyway. She knew what was wrong even if he didn't tell her.
When he was 12 he made beater on the house team. He didn't bother telling her. He knew she wouldn't care. Still it ate away at him...it made him so many things. Angry and sad and confused and frustrated.
When he was 21 he came to Christmas. It had been 10 years since he had stepped foot inside that house. In the beginning his mother had said it was the flu, but after a while she just stopped saying anything at all.
When he carried his plate in to the kitchen she was in there washing the dishes.
"Why do you hate me?" It slipped out before he could stop it.
She dropped the dish she held and it smashed in the sink, but she didn't hear it. She turned to look at the boy standing before her. Tall, with faded orange hair and blue eyes. Freckles spewing across the bridge of his nose.
Tears stung at her eyes and she looked away, letting out a sob and hanging her head.
"I don't hate you. Is that really what you thought."
"You won't look at me or talk to me. You don't even address me properly." He felt guilty now for feeling so angry before. She looked so sad and vulnerable.
She turned to look at him again and closing the gap between them, gave him the best hug he had ever gotten. She pulled away and placed her hands on his cheeks.
"I love you more then anything in the world and I am beyond proud of you. I'm sorry if I hurt you."
He smiled and hugged her again, he should have asked sooner. He stooped down and she planted a kiss on his forehead.
"I love you...Fred."
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