3 September 2003
Fred Arthur Weasley
Angelina heard the Healer say that it was a boy, and looked at George in shock. All their tests had shown that the baby would be a girl. There had to be some kind of mistake. The Healer placed the little blue bundle in Angelina's arms, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, tears filling her eyes.
Just like him. Identical, even. And, Merlin, how they loved baby Fred. A Gryffindor, true to his namesake in every way, his father's best friend. Angelina would spend the next seventeen years wondering exactly which one she was meant to be raising.
