Gideon Prewett
The names Gideon, Gideon Prewett. Younger brother of Molly Weasley, twin brother of Fabian Prewett though he constantly reminds me that he is six minutes older, and member of the Order of the Phoenix.
I'm the nice twin, the quiet one, the one who is consistently overlooked. I'm saying this bitterly, you'll have to excuse me. I don't mind being thought of as the boring twin most of the time, sometimes it's good to be forgotten. I'm a people observer, and it's a hell of a lot easier to study people when they're paying attention to your other half.
I mean I love Fab, he's my twin, the best guy I know. I shouldn't be angry with him 'cause people like him more. Except I am. And it's wrong, but I can't help it. It's frustrating when you're constantly being thought of as the "funny but sensible" brother, while Fab is the "spontaneous, wacky" brother. I want to be more than just funny and sensible, more than just nice and safe.
It's the interesting people that always get the attention. Fab, for instance, always got the girl he wanted. Sirius Black had all the Hogwarts females to choose from, and even a few males. James Potter was in the same boat, of course he chose the one girl who didn't fancy him and made it his goal in life to go on a date with her, which he eventually did. Blokes like they get the girl, get the attention, get the good life. The reckless, adventurous guys. No one gives a hoot for the nice one's, they much prefer the bad boy's.
There's one girl who I think would prefer a nice one though. I met her when Gid and I joined the Order. I recognized her as a chaser from the my house's, Gryffindor's, Quiditch team. She was Electric. Like that's the only word that could describe her perfectly. Energetic, chipper, fast, happy, friendly, or at least she is in front of people. She probably doesn't even realize that I like her. I always used to think she'd never like me, I thought she'd be pining for Sirius, or Fabian, but she's not that kind. She told me the night of James and Lily's wedding. After having heavily consumed fire whisky she was shamelessly flirting with me, I know that's just because she was drunk but she kept saying that she'd want a guy who'd even her out, not some flashy one she said, but a nice, sweet, ordinary guy. I never thought she was hinting to me until I told Fabian about it and he told me she was.
No body knows this, not Fab or Marlene, probably freak them out if they did but, I'd die for her, if it meant that she'd live happily, I would. Maybe Fab wouldn't freak out if he knew, he'd do the same for a girl he really cared for, just like he'd do the same for me, and I him, and like we'd both do the same for Molly or any of her rug rats. But Marlene would freak out, she never had much luck with guys, and if she knew the way I stare at her during Order meetings, just waiting for a smile to unfold on her lips, for her brown eyes to crinkle and think I'd give up my life for her, she'd freak out, with creative, indefinite swear words, and a lot of pacing.
The Order. Me and Fab joined it 'cause Dumbledore asked us to, but we wanted in for other reasons. I didn't want to be overshadowed by Fab or anyone else anymore, I didn't have a wife or kids that would miss me or anything to lose really, and I wanted to be a hero. When Molly Found out however, it was World War Three. She yelled, she screamed, cried, pots were thrown, the kids cried, Arthur had a headache(Arthur's the bloke she married, he's a nutter for muggles, but a nice one anyway). We told her, well screamed more like, that we were fighting the good fight for her and Bill, and Charlie, And Percy, and the little one in her stomach. She calmed down a bit, but not much, she ws still mad at us, still upset, and teary eyed. I felt bad for her. I did have someone to lose, her. Her and Fab, and all my little nieces and nephews to come, and my own children, and I'd lose Marlene even though she doesn't know she's captured my heart. Oh yes, I know how Molly feels now, she doesn't want to lose us, but in a war someone always loses, and it very well may be me and Fab. Maybe Fabian will get lucky, who knows?
If death does come to me, want to die fighting. I'd want Marlene to know how much she'd meant to me in the few months I knew her. I've written her a four page letter explaining everything, I carry it in my back pocket everyday incase it may be my last one.
I'm serious about this(no pun intended), I really know what may come, but I'm here anyway, I want to be the hero. I want to be remembered as somebody who did something worthwhile for a good cause. I've only told Marlene that, Marlene and Mad-Eye Moody. We were discussing it when I was training with him. I asked him if he lived and I died to tell my tale, I asked him to call me a hero even if I wasn't one. He told me anyone who's fighting against Voldemort is a hero. Moody understands stuff.
Sometimes it hurts to live, but real heroes try to even when the pain of life is unbearable. I'm gonna be a hero, and fight, and try to live to ensure that Bill, Charlie, Percy and any other red head my sister produces can grow up in a safe world. I'll try to live for Marlene, so we can go out one day, get married and have kids of our own. I'll try to live for Fabian, because he's as dependant on me as I am on him, and he needs me like I need him. But if I do die, I'll die with good in my heart, trying to save myself or others until the absolute moment when I can't anymore. If I die, it'll be for a reason, I won't beg for death. I will die a hero.