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Fred Weasley II

I never really looked up to him.

Never looked up to Fred Weasley,

The person I was named for.

Because he broke my dad.

He broke him.

And didn't even say good-bye.

"Tell me about him." My dad looked up from today's Daily Prophet, glancing into my face quickly before looking away.

"Who?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly before he forced a smile on his face.

"Fred."I answered, watching his carefully controlled expression harden slightly.

"You're Fred." He twisted his mouth into a grimace, probably trying for a smile, trying to lighten things up.

"Dad, your brother Fred." I snapped, immediately regretting it as his face paled to a ghostly white, his blue eyes growing wide.

"Freddy…. he was my twin brother. He was funny." He grabbed the Daily Prophet, holding it to his face, taking deep breaths.

"Then why does it make you cry to be reminded of him? Why does that look go into your eyes when you're speaking of him? Why?" I blurted out.

"F-Fred… please. Don't talk about him that way. He d..died doing what's right. Fighting for the rest of us. Sacrificing his life for everyone else." The laughter that was usually in his eyes was gone, vanished, replaced by sadness. A sea of sadness, right there in his eyes. I was just about to respond that his last move was to laugh about Uncle Percy when I was interrupted.

"Fred dear! Go clean your room, now please." My mum walked in, grinning, "What's… George? What happened?" Worry filled her eyes as she saw our expressions.

"I'll go clean my room." I said stiffly, turning to walk to the steps. And as I glanced back to see his hunched over body sobbing silently, I knew that I would never forgive my Uncle Fred for breaking my father.

Ever.

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