My Dearest Gin,

Hi, sis. How's life? See, you can't ask me that question anymore.

Okay, sorry, that was morbid. Mum would be yelling at me right now. If she wasn't so busy crying all the time…You have to get her to stop, okay? Get her to live her life again. 'Cause what's the point of not living when you can? I did, and now I can't anymore. But my life wasn't wasted, so it's all okay. I'm okay. No regrets, except that I never got to say goodbye.

They say the worst thing about death is leaving people behind. Well, I don't know who they are, and who they think they are, but whatever. The important thing is that it's damn true. I miss you all like hell, Gin, but you've got to understand—you need me more than I need you right now. I'm getting over my death—you and Mum and George and Dad and Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Lee, Angie, everyone, you all need to too. Get over me and go on with your lives.

Not that you should forget me. That would suck. I'd be so mortally offended that I'd die all over again in sadness, and then we'd all have to go through this idiotic process again. If only it didn't hurt. But if it didn't hurt, would we even be human?

The Afterlife's pretty fun, though. I can party all night long! Don't tell Mum. (Hey, Firewhiskey's easy to come by up here!) Harry's dad is a pretty cool bloke. And Sirius—I never used to really know him, but he's great. You should see Professor Lupin—around his friends, he loses fifty-something years. He's like an immature teenager. It's funny to watch. And old Dumbledore? Happy as a clam with his family. And his friend Gellert Grindelwald, the Dark Wizard before Moldyshorts? Guess what—they're in loo-oove!

Okay, now I'm just being immature. Don't you dare tell George—he'll be disappointed in my lack of joking skills. Death does that to a person.

But who wants to live forever anyway? I sure don't. Death's treating me nicely, and I kind of like it up here. So put a smile on those long faces and get over yourselves. Time to reinvent the world.

Love,

Fred


A/N: Written for the Letters from Heaven challenge at the HPFC. Wait, you're thinking, you just updated PoL! I know, I know--I'm being unusually nice today. LOL. Review for all my kindness?