Aki- Sorry for the delay, but I have been crazy busy working on my sister's baby shower, which was today and a success. Yup, I'm gonna be an auntie and am SO excited! Anyway, here's Hugo's. Sorry if it is a bit rough.

1

Hugo is not as smart as Rose. It's not something he is upset about. He's not dumb, not at all, but just not as smart and not as inclined to as much studying. Of course, everyone expected Rose to be like Hermione, a genius in miniature. His sister fulfilled it well, but everyone seemed to look over the glaring differences between the two females for the purpose of cooing and awing over how she is 'just like her mother.' Hugo sees difference, like how she has got a lot of dad in her too, and a lot of something that is just herself.

In the same way, everyone expected little ten year old Hugo Weasley, he guessed to be fair, to be just like his dad. Sure he got red hair and freckles and long nose and may grow to be just as tall as the man one day. But he's not that like his dad. Hugo finds himself quieter, a good less hot-headed than his dad (and his Mum too).

No one expects great leaps and bounds in the world of education of Hugo, because his dad didn't do so. His father wasn't dumb (at least Hugo didn't think so), but he was a very average student, especially compared to Hermione. And that's all the world expects from Hugo, average. See, Hugo doesn't mind that he is not as smart as his big sister, he is just bothered by the fact that no one expects him to be.

2

Hugo was disappointed when he got sorted into Gryffindor. It might have been where he belonged, truly, but he thinks the hat decided a little too quickly. He wanted to be different, like Albus in Slytherin or Victoire and Lucy in Ravenclaw, or Louis in Hufflepuff. His reason for disliking his spot in Gryffindor was shamelessly that.

It's not that bad, really, but Hugo wonders if he will always be fulfilling expectations he cares nothing about.

3

"So, what did your parents saddle you with?" The tell tale question of children with names they hate and hope that their peers feel the same. Many would expect name hate from Hugo, but they would expect incorrectly. Hugo, actually, really liked his name. A statement of fact that usually got responses such as "You realize your name is Hugo, right?"

And who were they to say anything about his name when there were people around named Albus and Minerva and, oh dear Merlin, Scorpius. Made Hugo's name look downright normal comparatively. Of course, Hugo liked his name because it wasn't typical or understated like James or Louis or Freddie. People remembered when they met someone named Hugo, a respectable but interesting name (that didn't make someone laugh there asses off. Seriously, Scorpius, were his parents drunk?)

4

Rose is a good older sister, all things considered. She is not too nosie or annoying or overwhelmingly girly. She never forced him to play dress up or have tea parties with her. She leaves him alone a lot, thank Merlin, but he knows she will always be there if he needs her help with anything (girls, grades, parents…) But they hang out with the Potter branch of their family quit a lot, with their parents being best friends and all, so he sees Albus and James all the time. They fight a good deal and are different as, well, Slytherins and Gryfinndors, but they get on okay, once one looked past all that. So really, Hugo can't help but feel, even though Rose is great, that he would really like to have a brother.

5

Hugo thinks it is unfair that all of his male cousins are older than him. Albus, James, Freddie, Louis, and even Teddy (who was sort of related depending on who you asked. Ask anyone but Victoire, they would say yes. Ask Victiore, and she would say no, but mostly for her own piece of mind). I mean, he already didn't have a brother, and any potential brother substitutes all looked at him like the little kid (He shared the youngest spot in the family with Lily).

Being the youngest kind of just sucked sometimes. And it was unfair. That's all he could say about it.

6

"Boys," said Hermione in a scandalized tone, "Can't you slow down for Merlin's sake."

Ron and Hugo looked dually up from their dinner plates with big round, trying to be innocent eyes, cheeks full of food.

" Er- 'Mione'" Ron was able to get out with between a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"Mum," Hugo was able to whine.

Hermione glared and the two ginger boys swallowed there food and dropped the puppy dog eye look. She sat down exasperated next to Hugo and picked up a napkin, trying to wipe at her sons mouth. He pulled back, embarrassed. He was twelve, after all.

"Ron, you're such a bad example," Hermione said exasperatedly.

"Come on, Hermione, he just likes food. Like his old man."

7

Hugo is not a prankster. Not like Uncle George or Freddie or James. They are sometimes good for a few laughs, but Hugo didn't see the appeal of pranking. He liked humor of a different sort. A clever joke, a well placed pun, a sarcastic zing. Working with words and tone and expression. They could equally as daring or harmless or damaging as pranks.

8

Hugo can pinpoint the saddest moment of his life. It was when Crookshanks died. He was still very young, six he thinks, when that furry family pet decided not to wake up one day. Sure, it was Mom's cat, she had loved him the longest and she had the right to be upset the most, but it was a devastating blow to Hugo. See, he had known that cat his entire life, for as long as he could remember. He cried himself to sleep that night, his dad holding him on his lap on the couch.

Hugo looks back on this now, as a young teenager, and knows that worst stuff was going to happen in his life that the death of the cat. He could be betrayed by a trusted friend, have his heart broken, experience a terrible side of the world. More than that, other people would die: his grandparents, his parents, a friend possibly, and (maybe he was pessimistic, but there were so many of them and statistics tended to dictate so) a cousin before they had had a chance to really be an adult. (Like Uncle Fred, a dark voice whispers in the back of his head.)

But Hugo isn't so sure that any of those terrible things, any of those deaths, would affect him as much as Crookshanks' death. Because the cat had died when he was a child and that was the first time he learned what death was— that sometimes people left (and to a six year old, a cat practically was a person) and never came. The naïve security net in the world of childhood, where nothing can go truly wrong, seemed weaker. A bit of his childish innocence was shattered on the ground before him.

9

Hugo thinks people tend not to take him seriously. He is a little frustrated about it, because he really has done nothing to deserve it. He knows why though. It's because he is the baby, even beating out Lily by a month for the spot as the ultimate youngest of the Weasley clan.

That means every single one of his relations are older than him, they did everything first and have grown through all the stages of adolescence and young adulthood that he is now just stepping into. All of his problems are trivialized and seem childish to them, who have faced and conquered them and more and worse and better already. But his problems, his victories, his thoughts, his complaints, they are all real to him and just wants people to know it.

10

Hugo is unsure of what he wants to with his future. He is only thirteen and, really, this was all just unfair. How could they demand of him now to pick additional classes which in turn would determine the OWL's he would take and then NEWT's? This was too much, too fast, without any proper guidance provided. This system is shabby and Hugo feels like he could rant and cry and run away all at the same time.

(He thinks he must have inherited this fretful nature from his mother, and suddenly he thinks that it all might just turn out all right).

Aki- So yeah, please review. Praise spures me on to write more and constructive criticism spures to write better. Both are appriciated.

Next will probably be Victoire.