𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞⁽ʰᵃʳʳʸᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ˣ ᵒᶜ⁾

- 13 -

Fred Weasley lived up to his name. The name of pure mischief. He lived up to the person he was named after, carrying on his ledged through himself. It made Fred Weasley up in heaven proud of his nephew. That's my boy.

So, when he woke up before his aunt/godmother, his mind whirled with ideas.

He crawled up and straddled her stomach. Then, he leaned down her ear and started blowing raspberries in her face. Immediately, Ashlynn jumped up, knocking Fred off the bed. "OH MY GOD, FRED!" She exclaimed as she caught him by the back of his shirt. "I SWEAR, YOU ARE JUST LIKE FRED SENIOR!"

Up in heaven, Fred Weasley was in a fit of laughter, along with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. "Poor Fred. His brains probably rearranged in his head, same as his organs."

Fred giggled and kicked his feet in the air. He blew more raspberries, acting as if he was flying. His hands were balled into fist as he swung himself around in her hands. It caused Ashlynn to let out a few giggles herself. "How the hell am I supposed to stay mad at you?"

"Hell." The little boy said, clear and defined. He laid limp in her hands, his hands and legs dropping still as he processed the word that slipped out of his mouth.

Ashlynn's eyes widened as she pulled him back into the bed and settled him in front of her. "No, don't say that. That's bad. It's a bad word"

But, it only seemed to encourage him even more to say it. "Hell. Hell. Hell."

She groaned and rubbed her temples together. "First, he threw himself off the bed. Now, he wants to access the doors to hell and meet the devil himself. Maybe he'll even see Freddie down there, causes there's no way Freddie is in heaven." she whispered to herself.

"Hey," Fred said. "I would like to inform you that I had one good deed in my life, and that was dealing with your crap for twenty years of my life. It took a huge toll on me, seeing as I'm dead now."

While he was repeating the word, she thought of another way to stop him from saying that word. Reverse psychology. "I hope this works." she muttered lowly. "Freddie, bebe, that is a very good word to say, mhm. We like that word."

Freddie gasped, and right as Ashlynn thought it worked, it ceased her mind in a second when she saw the smile evident on his face. "Hell, hell, hell, hell -"

"No, Fredde, NO!"

Safe to say, it took a lot of persuading (candy, of course) to get him to stop saying that word. He even planned a whole date of just the two of them to go to Hogsmeade together. The young boy even asked his godmother to buy the whole Honeydukes to get him to stop saying the word. Let's just say, it was a long debate of if the candy store was really worth buying.

The two went downstairs when the little red-head started complaining that his tummy was aching. "Okay, quit your whining, you big baby."

"Okay, quit your complaining, you big wanker."

"Freddie!" She exclaimed, turning to the young boy on her hip and stopping at the top of the stairs.

"What? It's the truth!" He answered back.

"It is not!"

"So, you're saying that you aren't a wannabe-arse-narcissistic-know-it-all-eccentric-nimphee?"

Ashlynn stood there, staring at the young boy with amazement. That fact that he could remember such a thing, on the spot, surprised her more than when she found out Percy wasn't a complete douche. "Did-did you just turn that word into an acronym? Well played."