You had better not be expecting anything.
I mean, I know how things are. You don't get many letters these days, I'm sure. So you finally get one, and it's from me, and you maybe think I have something earth-shatteringly romantic, truly beautiful, to say.
If that's what you're thinking, just stop reading.
Because that is not what this is, you hear me?
And how dare you hope for that, after everything? After the way you left?
You can forget about it.
I'm only writing this at all because it's March 31st, see. Meaning tomorrow is April 1st, meaning…
Happy Birthday.
I warned you, didn't I?
So don't you dare be disappointed, Fred Weasley. You're lucky to get that much after what you did.
How you left. I'm beyond romance; so don't even try to get something meaningful out of me. There's nothing meaningful left, nothing meaningful about my existence. You took all the meaningful with you.
And did I ever mean a thing to you?So. Short. This is part of a series but not a real one, more of a… uh… insert appropriate fan fiction term here… anyway, I'm aiming for three chapters but it might be four, posthumous letters to Fred. They're all from the same person, but…
Who knows who that is? I'd REALLY appreciate any thoughts on this. As you might have noticed from the dedication this isn't just something I came up with. It's personal and I'd love it if you'd share an opinion with me. Please.