Just a short one-shot on the naming of Fred Weasley the second by George and Angelina! Very cheesy and first fanfic so please be kind!

Beta: Rachel - thanks heaps, literally no story without you! :)

"I'm pregnant."

"You're what?"

"You heard me" she was speaking so quietly that I could hardly hear her.

"That's amazing. I'm going to be a father!" I was going to be a father! It kept replaying in my mind, I was so happy; after so many years of guilt and sadness something was finally going right.

"Yes! But you're not angry or sad or whatever?" She was letting her excitement and happiness shine through and I couldn't keep the grin off my face.

"Of course not, I couldn't be happier!" I couldn't believe it, me, the crazy guy who had married Angelina Johnson, the gorgeous girl who my idiotic twin brother had asked, oh-so-gentlemanly to the Yule Ball so many years ago. Me, George, the guy who hadn't even finished schooling, was going to be a father!

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"Why, is it half veela or something?" I replied. My prankster self, may have been sneaking through after so many years vacant and in hiding behind the twisted but awesome workings of my brain.

"No silly, if it's a boy or girl!" She was laughing, our happiness bouncing off the walls of our home that looked so much like The Burrow, what with its knitting, and throw rugs everywhere

"Of course!"

"It will be a boy" She said proudly, she was going to be an amazing mum!

I ran and hugged her and I began to sob. I was just so happy.

"Um… do you have any names? I mean, I know we don't know if it's a girl or boy…but" trailing off I m

"No, why?"

"Well could we perhaps name it Fred, I mean, I loved Fred, he was my best friend; yeah he was an idiot, but he was awesome and so clever and I mean he was…" Angie interrupted me.

"Of course, I loved him too you know. I mean, not as much as I love you but, yes, of course."

We were going to have a baby boy named Fred, my son and already, I loved him.

7 years later….

There was a humongous explosion, and I mean huge, as in bigger than the ones that me and my brother used to create in our room over summer when we were still at school. I raced up the stairs, half expecting to see nothing at all, just a great big hole where Fred's and Roxanne's bedroom should have been. But instead, I saw something that really should have made me angry but all I felt was pride. As I came up the stairs I could see a small trail of powder, the origins of which I could only imagine. But it was when I entered their room that I could fully see what they, together, had achieved. Fred was sitting surrounded by Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs all arranged, so that, when lit they produced the most incredible explosion - a display of a true prankster-in-training. And of course, little Roxanne was sitting innocent as ever atop a pile of empty boxes, once full of Whiz-bangs that had been taken from the attic. I was so proud; it was a display to rival the one that Fred and I had planned, to escape the wrath of Umbridge in our 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

And Fred, amongst the destruction was calm and smiling so broadly I thought he would burst!

The next thing I heard worried me though; Angelina coming up the stairs, she was yelling at the top of her lungs and I could only imagine her reaction to the mess…

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