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Short Fic I wrote for FF.Net

You’re a Weasley?”

Roxanne and Fred never quite understood that question. Of course they were Weasley’s there was just something different about them.

Thick lips, wild kinky hair, brown skin.

“Oh Merlin, that’s Fred Weasley II? Well he doesn’t look like his uncle.”

Angelina tried to help them understand; she told them that they were Weasley’s no matter what anyone said. She told them they were beautiful.

The day Roxanne wanted to straighten her hair so that she would look like everyone else broke Angelina’s heart. The day Freddie wanted to cut all of his hair off so that he could blend in with his cousins was Angelina’s breaking point

Who told them that their differences made them…ugly?

Hogwarts seemed to only make things worse. “You two are Weasley’s?”

Fred and Roxanne tried to identify with Kamal and Daya Thomas.

They were different, they were biracial. But Kamal and Daya weren’t Weasley’s. Kamal and Daya didn’t have to have straight red hair and pale skin to be members of their family.

Of course the Weasley clan accepted Roxanne and Fred. They loved the brother and sister to death, but they didn’t realize that sometimes they tried too hard to make them fit in.

I wish my hair was curly like yours Freddie. Everyone has my hair. It’s so dull and straight.”

I hate how pale I am, wish I had that natural tan you have.”

Roxanne, those curves…I wish I had those in my day.”

They didn’t understand that Roxanne and Fred wanted to be like everyone else.

Angelina hated it. She wanted them to see that it was okay to be different.

“You’re beautiful,” Angelina whispered, “From your brown skin to your kinky hair. Your lips, your nose, your eyes, your ears. The curves on your body and the soft baritone of your voice, all of those things make you strong. Both of you are beautiful and just because you don’t look like your cousins doesn’t mean you’re not apart of the family. It means you’re different, and different is good.”

*hugs this fic*

I want to love this fic, but I don’t. Not because of the writing, but because of the implication that there’s only value to be found in being a Weasley & not in being a Johnson. One of the things that bugs me about the Golden Trio narrative in the books is the implication that it is only the sacrifices made by Harry, Hermione, & Ron (and by extension Ron’s family) that matter. Everyone that fought was a hero, whether they wound up with a famous last name or not.