The Good Ol' Weasley Complex

Fredrick Weasley

The Good Ol' Weasley Complex

Summary: A glimpse into the minds of the Weasley children that may just explain a few things about their behaviors.

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Chapter four: Fredrick Weasley

For me, it was always George. He was with me almost all the time and when he wasn't nothing felt right. The two of us were as different as night and day because we completed each other so perfectly no one bothered to see that. It is said that to love someone else you must first love yourself, you who have never and will never know what it is like will never understand. Actually, this might even disgust you. But still, the fact remains...

... I loved George so much there was never room for anyone else to have a chance at my heart.

Disgusted aren't you? Can't stand the sight of me anymore, can you?

George is the only one who can.

And Percy... But he doesn't count. Not anymore.

All I did was only ever for the two of them. The two people who unknowingly owned my heart so completely it couldn't even be considered mine anymore.

I gave up being placed in the right house to stay with my other half.

I became a jokester to make Percy laugh.

Though that isn't entirely true...

Hearing the hat say I was a Slytherin was the utmost terrifying experience of my life. All I could think of was 'What will Dad say?' I wasn't a dud in the family like Percy was. I was a Gryffindor like every other Weasley was.

Whenever I pulled a prank the attention I got from it was addicting. Whether it was Mum yelling, people laughing, or simply Percy being part of the family for just a few moments...

... I lived for that attention.

Watching my funeral I laughed at all the wonderful things they had to say about me. Because none of it was actually true and if they had known the truth I wonder if anyone would have actually shown up.

In truth, I was simply a selfish bastard.

Constantly overshadowing George so that he belonged to me and no one else.

Not letting myself be put into Slytherin so that my family would continue to turn against Percy instead of switching to ostracizing me.

Pulling harmful pranks for the attention it would bring my way.

And when I pushed Percy out of the way of that falling wall it wasn't to save him and give him a second chance in the family...

...It was to make sure that George would NEVER be able to leave me.

And it worked.