Victoire Weasley is far more perceptive than her family gives her credit for. And sometimes, she wishes wasn't. Because the truth behind the bitter glances that her aunts and uncles unknowingly give her hurts.
They resent her and she knows it. She's the life that was given in place of Fred's. And it's not fair to anyone – especially her. She's not trying to take Fred's place, because she knows that she can't. She's not Fred and will never be him. And she can only hope that one day they'll catch on to that fact, that they'll realize it.
It's not right that she has to bear the reminder of a war she didn't live through or be the reminder of the day her uncle died.
And the only person that understands the burden of it is Fred the Second. Because together, they're the only ones who know how it feels to be resented because of something they couldn't prevent. Together, they can hate the life that is theirs because of it.
But it's not like their family truly hates them or doesn't love them – because they do care about them; it's just that they are the reminders of what the war took from their family. And neither can escape it. They'll always be the reminders.
A/n – written for the 10 drabbles, 10 topics and Family boot camp. Topic number 6: genre – angst.
Prompt used: catch.
Thanks a bunch to ladyoftheknightley for beta-ing this for me!