Letters to the Fallen
Chapter one
Freddie-
I know you're probably wondering why I'm writing a letter to you, when you can't read it. But maybe you can. Either way, Mum said it would it help. I've been a wreck lately. So has Percy. He keeps blaming himself, even though we keep telling him not to. And by 'we' I mean Mum and Dad.
I hope you're doing okay, wherever you are. Causing havoc, no doubt. I wonder, is my missing ear there, too? If it was, and you talked into it… would I hear it? I shouldn't've written that. If you are reading this, Fred, don't try it. I already miss you loads without having your voice sounding in my ear-hole.
Remember when we were standing on that balcony, right before the battle? I asked you if you were all right, Freddie, and you said you were. I was, too. But I'm not now. It's hard. I miss you so much. Hell, we all do. But it's so hard. I still crack jokes and all, but it's not the same. It's like a giant piece of me is missing. Or sometimes I'll forget that you're gone, and I'll turn to share a laugh with you… but you aren't there. I don't think I'll ever really get used to it. Or get used to running a joke shop without you.
Of course I'm keeping it open. Even though the war is over, everyone still needs a laugh. And Dad says that it'll be a good distraction for me. For now Lee and Ron are helping out, but Ron might going back to Hogwarts in the fall to complete his last year. He doesn't want to go back. I don't really think anyone does. Too many bad memories. And before you say, 'don't be such a pessimist' I might as well say that there were also good memories there, too. Like when we shot off the fireworks in seventh year to piss off Umbridge. Or in sixth year, when the Aging Potion failed and we both had beards. Will we- will I look like that when I'm older? I hope not.
Huh. Apparently Mum was right. This actually did help me feel somewhat better. Not completely. I don't think I'll ever be how I was before…. But then, who would be? But I'll try. It's the least I can do, right? For you, my dear brother.
I love you. I might not have said it, but I do.
Your brother and partner-in-crime, George
