it was late one night up at burrow where you and fred sat talking like you have done for ages over the summer. it was nice talking to him, he never made things awkward or made you feel embarrassed. you always felt safe around him, comfortable. you trusted him like no other, and him you. he mentioned how people use to make fun of him for his freckles causing him to hate them. your face soften looking at him, feeling bad. something you thought made him look 10 times better than other people was somthing he hated himself for. “oh freddie…they are so wrong. they remind me of little stars, your freckles. they make you special. don’t let anyone take that away from you.”