"Hermione." Said girl turned her head, to look behind her. She was standing by the door frame, looking outside, her hair blowing, catching in the breeze.

There stood George, his eyes held emotion for the first time in a while, since he had closed himself off from others. They were currently at the Burrow, days after the war. Wounds still very much fresh.

"George." She weakly smiled, for his sake.

"Long time no see." He smiled slightly.

"George, I seen you this morning." She poined out. "We're staying in the same house."

"Precisely." He attempted.

She frowned, reaching a hand up to touch his forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, why?" He asked, as she retracted her hand.

"You're bright red." She said. "You look quite uncomfortable, in fact."

"Oh." He nervously laughed. "I erm, have something to give you."

"To give me?" She asked, incredulously.

He nodded. "I guess my behaviour is because I feel rather guilty. Its already been a few days and I still haven't given you it."

"George."

"Yes?"

"Please get to the point. " She scolded, but smiled none the less. "You're making me curious."

"Oh, right, sorry." He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, while the other fished in his pocket. He pulled out a letter and handed her it. "I was supposed to give you this, its from-"

"Fred." She whispered. She could recognise his handwriting anywhere. It was usually messy, but without fault, her name was always flawlessly scripted.

"Yeah." George smiled, sadly. "We all wrote out letters in case something bad happened. He asked me to give you it, I'm sorry it took so long."

"Thank you, so, so much, George." She said, pulling the older boy into a tight hug.

"You're welcome." He whispered, hugging her back.

Once they had parted, George leaving to give her some privacy, Hermione sat on one of the steps and delicately slipped the letter out.

Dear Hermione,

I had hoped you'd never need to read this but, here we are, or rather you. I'm sorry. It hurts because I'll never get to stay by your side, even though I promised. But, let's face it, you know it all, you knew, that I couldn't promise that. It hurts to think that I'll never hear your laughter or see your pout when we prank you. Oh, god, I'll never get to prank you again. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing! When you disappeared after the wedding to go on your hunt, I was worried that would be the last time I would see you. Even though, writing this, I haven't seen you yet, I believe that I'll see you again. at least once. I hope I did. I'll admit, it's genuinely hard to write a letter intended to the future. I don't know what'll happen or if anything bad will even happen to me. The fact that you're reading this, means you're still alive. (I believe you will read this, you're too stubborn to die!) Thank you, Hermione. You don't know how much that one detail means to me. The night before the wedding, when we fell asleep by the fire on the couch, gave me so much hope for the future and truthfully, I wish that hadn't been our only kiss. You were always beautiful to me. I hope Harry treated you well and Ron too, he can be such a sensitive baby. Don't tell him I said that. Maybe I'll still be able to prank you, if any paranormal things happen, then it's totally not ghost me. I miss you, Mione. Promise me one thing. Don't lock yourself off, as I'm sure George has, he's never been good at handling things. You need to remember to live, if not for yourself, for me. You brought more light to the dark than any sun could. I wish you the best, make the most of it, I'll be waiting with a toilet seat from Heaven. I bet they're gold and sparkly! Stay strong, the lot of you, as I'm sure there is much to recover from. With family, you can overcome anything and everything. And that's what you are Hermione. Family. Hermione Granger-Weasley.

With love,

Freddie

By the time she had read and reread the letter, tears were rushing down her face. She gently kissed the letter and hugged the 'F' jumper she was adorning.

"I miss you too, Freddie."