A/N: Well, here is the second chapter as promised. This chapter is narrated by Fred II. I have split it into two chapters, mainly because I had so many ideas for it.

I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the deceased, but I hate my Uncle Fred. Honestly, how the ruddy hell can a man who died 7 years before I was even born ruin my bloody life? Oh, right, because he is my name sake and my fathers' identical twin. Not only that, but I apparently look like a half-black version of him. Damn, Roxanne doesn't have this kind of problem. Nobody in my family had this kind of problem, and most of them are actual gingers, so they look more like Uncle Fred than I ever could. Roxie can do whatever the fuck she wants while I have to screw around at Hogwarts, not reach my full potential, and become my father's business partner at the stupid joke shop. If I don't, dad will freak out and act like he lost Uncle Fred all over again.

The worst part is, I can't talk to anyone about this. I'm terrified that it will somehow get back to dad. He's not exactly the most stable person out there. I mean, what kind of father encourages his son to get in trouble at school? What kind of father asks his son to call him by his first name around his birthday and around the anniversary of his twin's death, so he can pretend said twin is still alive? I'm not allowed to hate Uncle Fred, but nobody said I couldn't hate my father.

I've just about finished my 7th and final year at Hogwarts when I decided to have tea with Neville. Neville Longbottom is a family friend, who is also the Herbology teacher, and Head of Gryffindor House (my house.) I always like asking him about Uncle Harry's time at Hogwarts. Uncle Harry never likes talking about it, but every child in the family knows to go to "Uncle Nev" for information. I don't know how it happened exactly, but the conversation turned to the Yule Ball in Uncle Harry's fourth year. "It was amazing Freddy. The lights and the music, it's just … you had to be there."

I grinned, sipping my tea. "Did you and Aunt Luna go together?" Neville and Luna recently got married after Luna's first husband's death and Neville's wife left him. With the twins from Luna's first marriage and Alice and Frank from Neville's, they were now expecting their first child together and fifth child in total.

Neville blushed. "Um … actually, I didn't meet Luna until the next year. I was … an awkward child at the time and the only girl who was both untaken and willing to go with me was Ginny."

I burst out laughing. "Really, you went with Aunt Ginny? That's brilliant! Who did my dad go with?" The question left my mouth without permission. I swore inwardly; I don't want to care about my father, he ruined my childhood as much as dead Uncle Fred. But … a part of me still loves him. That's the part of me that calls him George, the part that lets him pretend. That part also knows that dad will never love me, just the person I remind him of, the one I pretend to be just to make him happy.

Neville seems unaware of my internal battle. "I honestly don't remember. I did hear a rumor about him, Fred and Lee Jordan trying to get the Giant Squid into the castle; but as far as I can recall, he just tagged along with Fred and Angelina …"

"Wait!" I shout, cutting him off. "Mum dated Uncle Fred?" I was both shocked and furious; nobody fucking tells me anything!

Neville blushed. "Erm … actually, this isn't really my place. I've said too much already. I hate to be rude but, well, I have some lesson plans to finish. Thanks for stopping by, Freddy."

Rolling my eyes, I stormed out of Neville's office and fumed my way to the Gryffindor entrance. "Mandragora," I unintentionally snapped at the Fat Lady, who scowled. "Hello to you too!"

Grumbling under my breathe; I made my way to the boys dormitories, slamming into my sister in the process. "Watch it asshole." She whined before studying my face. "'Sup with you?"

Most of the time, I don't talk to the family (or really anyone) about my feelings and other issues that I deem personal. Whenever I did in the past, it always got to dad and just made him even more miserable. Mostly because whatever he was told proved that I was nothing like Uncle Fred, which he loves to pretend. Instead, I keep everything inside and cause trouble whenever I can, I've somehow even convinced Peeves to mess with people and let me take partial credit. Sometimes, however, I just can't keep things bottled up. This is one of those times.

I tell Roxanne everything Neville told me about mum, dad, and Uncle Fred. She was just as stunned as I was. "Mum and Uncle Fred dated! I can't believe it! Dad always tries to pretend that Uncle Fred never died; while in reality, if he survived, he wouldn't have his wife and children. What the hell?"

I was shocked by what she said. Everything I ever wanted to say was now coming from my sister's mouth. Of course, she doesn't have to worry about getting an angry letter from dad, like I got when he found out I was almost in Ravenclaw. God, my life sucks.

I sigh. "I wish I could send an owl asking for details, but … "

"Dad would lose his fucking mind?" Roxie suggested.

I sighed again, nodding. I have to admit, Roxie knows more about the situation than I thought. Maybe I can talk to someone about my feelings after all. Then my baby sister caught me off guard again. "Listen, how about I send mum an owl. I'll leave your name out of it and ask her not to tell dad."

I looked at her, really looked at her. Her messy black hair was fashionably pushed back with a red and gold hairband. Her dark brown eyes shined hopefully. I always thought she was more like mum than dad (as in more black); but I just realized something. Unlike dad, Roxie cares about Fred the Second, not Fred the Possibly Reincarnated.

As Roxanne raced to her dorm to compose her letter, I felt myself tear up. Here I am, at the end of my 7th year with Roxie in her 5th, and never before have we felt so close.

A/N: So I don't know if it showed in the story, but I always thought that Fred II would be resentful of Roxie, so he pushed her away because he was so upset and knew he couldn't talk about it without George finding out. I thought it would be a good idea to include the point where Freddy realized that he and his sister were a lot alike and be concerned that it was too late to change anything. I also just want to mention that I am having a really hard time writing George as, well, a dick. But as this is from Freddy's point of view, and he is pissed at his father … I kind of had to figure it out. Let me know what you think. This is more of a filler chapter, next chapter will also be Fred II, and will be much darker.

Hugs and butterfly kisses

~Zie