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The Wrong Choice *Fred Weasley*

The Wrong Choice

     "Did it matter if I made the right choice? Maybe. Probably. If I had made the wrong one I would be much happier. As the saying goes, 'if loving him is wrong, then I don't want to be right'. I never really understood what that meant. 

     "I have always wanted to be right. That is, until I was wrong. I was so wrong, wrong enough to worry myself. So, I fixed the problem and made myself right. That was the worst mistake of my life. 

     "Maybe, if I had stayed wrong, he wouldn't have went. Maybe, he would still be here. And just maybe, he would forgive me. 

     "I don't know how it all happened. One minute he was my best friend and the next, he wasn't. I never thought I was in love with him. I wish I would have realized sooner, maybe then we would have had more time-" I stopped my mother there. I couldn't listen to the story any longer. I didn't want to know. I couldn't know. 

     "Please," I was crying and so was she. "Please."

     "I have to tell you," my mother cried, "I have to! You have to know what I did. Otherwise-I'd just-I would have so much guilt. You have to know how much I loved him, Crystal." 

     I twirled my red hair and nodded, looking at my shoes. "Hurry," I begged, "Please Hurry." 

     "I met your father when I switched schools. I was at a muggle school, you see. My mum-she told the professors that I didn't want anything to do with my powers. Truth was, I didn't know about them. I was clueless about the wizarding world. My mother just didn't like wizards. She was a muggle, and my father was a wizard. He abandoned her for a witch and she's had a grudge on them ever since. 

     "She would take her anger out on me. I'd have to go to the school nurse twice a week because of injuries she caused. Usually it was just something she threw at me, bottles and things, but sometimes it was done by her own hand," my mum looked away, her grey eyes shining with tears. I scooted closer and stroked her dirty blonde hair. 

     "They told me in my fifth year that I was a witch. Dumbledore himself came to me. I think he knew all along. My mum told me that when I came back that I was going to pay. She said it every time I left," my mum buried her head in my neck, crying loudly. "And I did," she cried, almost screamed, as she sniffled. 

     "I had no friends, I was way behind, and I had no idea how magic worked. I knew nothing, Crystal. I knew nothing.  I can remember boarding and exiting the train, wondering where I should go. It was all so serene...I just couldn't imagine what I would be doing there..." 

     I sighed heavily, rubbing her back. I had never known my father, and I never had a good relationship with my mother, so I never really had anyone to look up to. Right now, I felt strange. I had never looked up to my mum, but I feel so proud of her right now. I don't know why, I just do. She hasn't done anything yet, at least in her story, but I was proud of her for being so brave. So very proud. I am looking up to her. She is my new hero. 

     "Fred saw me from across the hallway. He was so handsome. I noticed that as soon as I saw him. He waltzed right up to me, can you believe that? He walked up to me and asked me what my name was, 

so I told him 'Sylvia' and kept walking. I was going to play hard to get. 

     "Fred followed me, telling me what his name was and telling me not to get him confused with his twin. I said 'okay' and again kept walking. He asked me where I was going and I told him I was going to the sorting ceremony. He laughed so hard at that, telling me I was going to the dungeons. I was so embarrassed, but I didn't show it. I just turned around and walked the other way. He followed behind me, telling me things about him, asking me questions, telling me how to get around. He was so sweet to me..."