Frederick George Weasley. Molly frowned at the name but couldn't help but laugh. Her son, George, smiled proudly next to Angelina. Their little boy had slightly orange hair and freckles, with soft minty green eyes.
"Angelina picked the name," George smiled. "I admit, i fancy it as well. I just want to say good luck to McGonagall when she gets this little fellow. With a name like Fred George Weasley, he's bound to pull a few pranks, eh, mum?" George smiled.
Molly shed a few tears and hugged her son. "Oh, George. He's absolutely adorable, dear. Little Fred. Your brother would be so proud to have someone named after him, dear."
George blushed a bit and ran his fingers through his tangled red hair. "It just seemed right, mum. I'm sure little Fred will be so proud to have the same name as one of the bravest men who lived."
Molly put on a rare, joyful smile and held little Fred close to her. Then, very quietly, so that only little Fred heard her, Molly whispered, "Do as many pranks as you wish, Fred."