Dear Fred,

They told me this would be a good idea. Closure, or some crap like that. Said I should say goodbye. I kept waiting for you to tell them to bugger off like you always did when they were annoying me, but you didn't. You left me alone, you bastard.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. But why did you go? We had so much left to do together. Remember? We had it all planned out. We own the best joke shop in the world, build our houses side by side, and name our kids after each other. Remember that prank we had planned for Ginny's graduation? It was going to be great. The pinnacle of our joking career. But you left me. Alone.

Why did you go? Did I do something wrong? Is that why you left me? I'm sorry for whatever it was. I want you to come back to me. I need you to come back to me. I have not laughed since you left; I don't seem to have it in me anymore. You took my laughter with you. It's okay, you can have it. Without you, I don't need it anymore. I am empty without you, one half of a soul that was never meant to be split. I keep expecting you to walk through the door, smirk on your face and twinkle of mischeif in your eye. Like you used too. I always pause in the middle of my sentences, waiting for you to finish them. People stare at me when I do this. Their looks are supposed to be understanding, I suppose. They don't understand. How could they know how it feels to be torn from someone who never left your side?..... Look at me, getting all mushy.

The point is, I miss you. So much. Too much. The rest of the family, hell, the rest of the wizarding world, misses you too, but not as much as I do. How could they? They don't know you. I know you. I've seen you cry, shout, laugh, stomp. I've seen your glow after a successful prank. Blinding. I never thought I would have to say goodbye to you. I should never have had to, everyone is saying. Well, they had to get something right. I shouldn't have to say goodbye. So I won't.

I am coming after you, Fred. I used an old muggle way. I took a whole bottle of sleeping pills. They are beginning to work as I write this, making my eyelids heavy. I will fall asleep soon, and I will be with you. I can see mum's clock from where I write. My hand is pointed at 'Mortal Peril'. That's how I know it is working. Our family will grieve, but it will pass. Soon we will be nothing but a fond memory contained in photograghs. Fred and George, the dead twins. But we will be together, forever, laughing and plotting pranks for when our family joins us. We will be happy. Whole again.

I'm glad you died laughing, just like you said you wanted to. You deserved that at least; God owed you something for taking you before it was time.

Good night, Fred. I will see you soon. Wait for me, will you?

Mischeif managed, for the last time,

George


George set down his quill, staring groggily at the parchment before him. He had finished it, something he didn't think he going to be able to do. He got up and forced his foggy brain to move his feet forward, letter in hand. He made it to the worn armchair the twins had sat in together and sank into it. His eyes roamed the sitting room one last time, taking in everything and committing it to memory. It was all gray without Fred there by his side. His eyelids fluttered as he lowered into a deep, dreamless sleep. His last thought was that he could have sworn he heard Fred calling him: George, you git...... He smiled.

George Weasley never woke up. Three days later he was buried next to his brother, both their headstones baring the legend: Live Life To It's Fullest And Die Laughing.