For the unusual writer asks I would love a BTS for the newest addition to my “to-read” list, Uncharted Territory, please! 💛
BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from Uncharted Territory
This was really hard to do because I have several scenes that I could consider my favorite in this fic. So I decided to go with the first one from chapter 2!
With a grimace, Angelina leaned forward. “I was thinking.”
George raised his eyebrows. “Should I be scared?”
Angelina used to say this to George/the twins all the time. They'd come up and tell her, 'We have an idea,' and her response was always, 'Should I be scared?' (They answer was usually most definitely.)
She rolled her eyes. “I like the name Frederick.” There was silence before she continued, George’s eyes fixed on the baby. “And I know you never suggested it, but I know that you wanted to name him after Fred. So, I thought maybe we’d put the two names together. It just felt right to me.” She bit her lip again. “As long as you know that this baby isn’t a replacement-”
This is really important to Angelina. She's been with George through his worst and having him hyperfixate on their son as a replacement for his twin would be a major regression in his healing journey. It's also something a younger, less mature George would have done.
“He could never be that, Angelina,” George interrupted, and no truer words could have been spoken. “No one could ever bring back what I felt for Fred. And . . . what I feel for him is nothing like what I felt for Fred.”
He’d always thought of Fred has a part of himself, the other half to make him whole. They were a unit, perfectly in sync. Fred had been brash where he had been more reserved. Fred’s eyes sparkled with cruelty where George’s had glinted with a faint apology. Fred was captivated by the big picture while George focused on the intricate details. And then George had lost all that in one crushing moment that took him years to recover from.
The contrast here is important. So many people think of Fred and George as the same person, but George knows better, knows the little things that make them completely separate people. When he was at his lowest, he would go out into the Muggle world, get drunk, and pretend to be Fred, but it never felt right. He could never quite convince himself that Fred was the one who was alive and he was in the grace. Then he always woke up feeling like shit the next morning. So George has to remember this, especially in a moment like this, and especially since they're considering the possibility of naming their son after his twin.
But this baby, he felt like something new — something so extraordinary that George didn’t even think his twin would understand if he were here. There was a fierce protectiveness in his chest, roaring like a lion. And he’d felt protective of Fred, too, but not like this. Never like this. The other part of him was overjoyed; so much joy that he thought he’d explode and confetti would rain down on Angelina and their baby. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
It's important here to see what exactly George feels, to see that his feelings for his son are different from those of his brother. It's also really important for him to make that distinction as well.
When he glanced back up at Angelina, she had a hard look in her eyes; pride, he thought, like when she’d won the Quidditch Cup against all odds in seventh year. She had never looked at him quite like that before.
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