Dear Fred,

It's been awful around The Burrow. I can't remember the last time any of us laughed, even George, and I know you'd hate to hear that. I bet you're probably having a blast wherever you are.

We had your funeral a few days ago. You would have hated it. We all had to dress up and this stodgy old band played terrible, depressing music. Mum was in conniptions. Remember, before Bill & Fleur's wedding, when you talked about how it would be when you got married? You said we could all wear whatever we wanted and that you'd tie Mum up until it was all over. It's too bad you won't get the chance. Don't worry, though, I'll carry out your plans for you. Anyways, we were all supposed to speak, except for Mum. I don't think she's spoken in days. Dad, Bill, Charlie, and Ron got through their bits okay. I mean, they were still crying, and I've never seen any of them but Ron cry, and that was when we were really little, but they did alright. Percy and I barely made it. Percy blames himself for your...for what happened to you, you see, and there's nothing that Dad or I can say to convince him otherwise. You know what he did as soon as we got home from the battle? He ran up to his room here and got his Head Boy badge. He charmed it to say "Pinhead Boy," just like you did the summer that he got it. He's been wearing it around the house, but I think I'm the only one who's noticed. So he was a mess when it was his turn to speak. I was, too. I know, I know. No baby sister of yours is a weeping bint. But I couldn't help myself. I did better than George, anyways. It was so miserable, Fred. He just stood up there, looking like he didn't know how he got there. Then he said your name. He didn't really say it, actually. He just whimpered "Freddie," then he fell down onto his knees. Charlie and Ron had to go up and get him.

You should have seen all the people who were there, though. Ludo Bagman showed up, and I wouldn't let him in until he promised to hand over all the money you and George won from him betting on the World Cup. Mum was embarrassed, but I think it almost made George smile. George hasn't smiled since you've gone. Bagman was there, and so was what's left of the Order. Your funeral was two days after Remus & Tonks's, I hope you're making them smile. We were all really surprised when Peeves showed up. McGonagall had to escort him, but he was great. He came, dressed in all his bright little robes, and he sat in the back and kept quiet and at the end, he had one little tear rolling down his cheek. (But he did squeeze Auntie Muriel's bottom before he left.) He was the only thing about that whole awful ceremony that reminded me of you.

It's just not the same around here anymore, Fred, and I don't think it ever will be. And George...poor George. For the first few days, whenever he'd try to talk, his sentences would trail off like he was waiting for you to finish them. Then he just got like Mum and quit trying to talk at all. He shut himself up in his room and wouldn't let anyone see him, but from the smell we think he was drinking pretty heavily. The day of the funeral he went back to your flat and we've been sending different family members every morning just to make sure he hasn't done something...you know.

So there's them, and then there's me. I still haven't given up on the hope that you'll just walk down the stairs one morning, laughing like an idiot, and join us for breakfast. I haven't told anyone but Harry that. He misses you a lot, too, but he's a lot better at dealing with this death business than any of us are. He did say, though, that his hopes of joining an all-Weasley Quidditch team are squashed, because even with him we'd need Percy to make us a full seven. Can you imagine Percy playing Beater? But really. There're so many things I want to say to you, big brother, but every time I think of one I can imagine you laughing your arse off at how stupid it sounds. I can't very well tell you that it feels like a light's gone off in my life, can I? You'd have a field day with some of the stuff they said at your funeral. I guess that's what I miss the most about you. You could never let anyone be serious, even when awful things happened.

And this is the most awful thing that's ever happened to me.

I love you, big brother.

Love Ginny, your favorite little sister.

A/N:I've never in my life cried so hard while writing something. When I chose to write a letter to Fred, I naturally wrote it from Ginny. I RP as her, and her manner of speech comes very naturally to me. I'm debating publishing more, either from Ginny later on or from other family members. What do you think?