You were a Weasley too, you were 16 years old while your favorite brothers, the twins, were 17 years old, Fred was engaged to a girl named Rosalind Potter, she was Harry Potter's older sister and she was 17 years old too and a prankster.

You were a selective mute because you don't really like your voice because you found it deep and you think it doesn't match your face but you talked sometimes, just not much, some vague words or phrases.

You're heard that Fred and Rosalind got a baby and you were happy but you were a boy that's doesn't smile much, you pratically never smile.. even if someone gave you a gift.

You were at The Burrow of course since it was your house, even Harry and Hermione were here. You heard a knock on your door as you sat on your bed and zoning out, Fred enter your bedroom slowly. Holding a newborn in his arms.

"Hey... I came here to tell you that my and Rosalind's son as been born..."

Fred said with a little grin as he enter further and close the door, you just looked at him as he walked closer to your bed and sat on the edge of it, the baby was sleeping, he got Fred's hair and Rosalind's dark green eyes even if you couldn't see the eyes right now.