A/N: Okay! Hello All!( sarcasm because there is literally only two people even reading this...) I finally got the new chapter up :). This time I actually got the preview! Lol, please review... I feel like nobody likes this ):
Fred Weasley the second is not Fred Weasley the first. He was not his deceased uncle when he was born. He was not the first Fred when he was 5. He was not his outgoing, funny, prankster uncle when he was 11.
This fact was proven when he brought home straight O's on his report card during Christmas break.
He was ecstatic and happy and proud and a whole lot of other things any 11 year old boy had the right to be. Naturally he wanted to share his happy go lucky feelings with his family.
His mother was the first to congratulate him, his father followed soon after. Though Fred could tell that they were happy for him, he couldn't quiet shake the feeling that something wasn't quiet right. It was just the look in his father's eyes, like he wasn't really there. Fred hated it.
Despite his family's happy support, he still felt like his father was somehow disappointed. He spent hour after hour trying to figure out where he went wrong, and how he could fix it. Despite his efforts, in the end he just couldn't figure it out.
Then one late night, he went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. His parents had been in the kitchen talking at the time. He arrived just in time to hear his father telling his mother that he was nothing like the deceased twin. He heard George say that when he and his brother where in school, they always just barley passed their classes with minimal grades. He said that he was expecting ther little Freddie to be the same way. It was the end that got him though. He could tell it was a lie from the way he said it. He could tell from the slightly hollow, slightly broken tone. George Weasley had lied flat out when he told his wife that he was proud.
It was then and there that he decided. He was a daddy's boy to the max after all. Like any other little kid, he was only looking for approval.
He decided that he loved his father enough to give him back his other half. He decided that he owed his mother the chance to see at least one form of her one time love. It was then that he decided to stop being Fred Weasley the second and start being Fred Weasley the first.
So he stopped studying so much. He started spending more time with his father in his joke shop. He signed up for quidditch. Hell, he even stopped dying his hair black and let it go to its natural weird red/brown hybrid color.
Fred lost himself a little more every time he he did these things. He felt himself slip away with every joke. He found himself harder to recognize every time he looked in the mirror. He knew he got a little faker every time he pretended to be mad when Gryffindor lost a game.
But, he tucked these dire feelings away. He thought that as long as he could get one of those truly happy smiles from his mother, as long as he could hear the approval in his father's voice, that it was alright to let himself fade a little bit.
After all, he was giving his family back someone who they'd lost. If you think about it, a gift like that is worth it. So it didn't matter that he was surrounded by friends, but so alone. It didn't matter that he was only a shadow of someone else. It didn't matter that no one saw past his famous name. It didn't matter that he had no idea who he was anymore.
It didn't even matter that he had perfect little lines littering the smooth skin on his torso. No, as long as he was the red headed jokester, it didn't matter at all.
Preview: It was nights like these that he found himself thinking that one little taste wouldn't matter. All he wanted to do was see if his blue eyes and platinum hair could sway her just as they seemed to entice everyone else. After all, as long as he didn't go to far, a few years wouldn't matter that much. Right?