Chapter 2 : 2. Hilarious Hugo
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It was the moment the sorting hat declared him a Hufflepuff that Hugo Weasley realized he was nothing like the rest of his family.
Lily, sitting at the Gryffindor table, already decked out in her lion red, looked shattered. But it was nothing to how he felt. The feeling of failure, like never before had rushed over his eleven year old body and he felt sick just thinking about having to write home. His father had warned him against being put into Slytherin, but Hufflepuff?
It was not until Christmas of his second year did his feelings begin to change. Uncle Harry had started up a casual conversation describing the greatness of a friend he had lost to the war, his name was Cedric Diggory.
Hugo was only half paying attention, but his ears definitly perked up at the sound of his house being linked to the long dead man.
His Uncle had then smiled kindly and reminded him that all things happen for a reason.
Being dressed in yellow and not in red and gold was a curse though, his elder cousins had taunted him, him and Lily were no longer best friends and his father hardly cared how well his house did in Quidditch.
So he ignored James and Fred, found new friends and cheered his hardest when his team was playing, because if he was going to be a Hufflepuff, he was going to be the best one possible.
Hugo never exceeded at anything like his cousins. He was clumsy as well, even more so on a broomstick, his grades were average even though he worked hard and he was not nearly as charismatic or charming as his other male cousins.
But one sunny brisk day of Hugo’s third year did something epiphany like happen, he had made an offhand joke about a pint of fire whiskey and a chimera and the entire Hufflepuff common room had dissolved into fits of laughter.
Hugo discovered he was funny.
Finally not being overpowered by the loud laughter of James or the rambunctious Fred, Hugo found he was rather witty. And he became known in his house, not as the only Weasley, but as the boy that could make anyone laugh.
A third year swore she saw the Bloody Baron even crack a smile once.
A month into the summer before his fifth year, he got his Hogwarts letter heavy with a prefects badge. His mother could not stop gushing, his dad threw him a party and his grandma knitted him a sweater with the letter P on it. Lily and Roxanne were not made prefects.
He began to grow apart from his cousins, he delighted in being popular in his house, he had tons of great friends and even better laughs.
At family gatherings he was in the background again, shunted by his older cousins for the center of attention, it wasn’t that he wanted all of it he just wanted to be recognized, he just wanted to fit in to his family for a change. He wanted to feel like he belonged.
He makes his Uncle George laugh on April 1st, to the astonishment of the rest of his family, thats when he decides what he wants to do for the rest of his life.
His Uncle isn’t at all surprised when Hugo walks into his office and announces his intentions of working at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes.
It’s when he and Fred are trading jokes back and forth as they work over a new invention, or when his mom and dad are front row for the opening of his new product does he know that regardless of whether he was in Hufflepuff, he belongs with his family.
AN: Thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you thought about Hugo! Bedposts and Broomsticks update coming soon!
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