DEAR FRED

Dear Fred,

I know that you are dead and can't read this letter, but I think I'll write to you anyways. It will make me feel better. Fred, I miss you terribly. Everything is dull and grey without you here. You know you were more than a brother to me. You were my other half. I don't think I'll be able to laugh again. Everyone is celebrating voldemort's downfall. But for me it was the day you died. It was the day I lost everything. How can I celebrate? Everyone is trying to talk to me, telling me to move on, but I can't. I don't want to go to the shop alone. It was always 'ours'. I can't make 'ours' 'mine'.

Anyways, I hope you are having fun there. Don't worry my ear is there to keep you company. Oh….. and Angelina stopped by a few times. She is worse for wear. She is missing you as much as I am. Speak of the devil! She's here. We are visiting your grave today. And well, just so you know I love you. I better go.

Your partner in crime,

George