1978

Fred cried loudly, thrashing. Molly was out cold - exhausted, and he didn't blame her. Although Arthur didn't fancy the cold floors, he swung his feet out of the bed, happy to let his wife rest. That morning, they had welcomed two new sons to their family - Fred and George, identical twins.

Arthur entered the room the twins now shared. George was wide awake, staring silently with wide eyes up at the ceiling, seemingly mesmerized by it. Fred thrashed around, wailing loudly. Arthur carefully picked up his son - eight years after holding his first child, he was still extremely worried about dropping them - even though he hadn't ever.

"Fred," Arthur murmured, identifying him because of the F Molly had sewn onto his shirt later that evening.

Fred quieted, staring up at his father with wide, curious eyes.