Disclamier: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does. Also, some of the sentances in here were borrowed from Gred and Forge's song, 'Fred's Dead' and from the tumblr account, Dear Harry.

A Letter to Fred

Dear Forge,

I guess I really don't know how to start this off. It's hard starting my jokes without you, but I'll try, just for you Forge.

I guess we're both holey now.

Geddit? Geddit, Freddie?

I know, I know, out of all the ear jokes in the world the best I could come up with is holey. But I just think of any good jokes anymore. It's getting harder to mange mischief without you, Freddie.

My new year's resolution was to keep the shop running, like you always wanted. Angelina helps me out now, but it's not the same.

Did I tell you? Angelina and I got married. I made sure it was nothing like Bill and Fleur's wedding, 'cause I knew that if you were there you woulda found it a bore.

We've got two kids now. A boy and a girl, Fred and Roxanne. I know, Freddie, I know it's cliche, but I just had to call him Fred Weasley. You know how I am. He's just like you, Fred. He's got the trademark Weasley look, orange hair, pale skin and freckles. He looks just like you when you were little, and I guess like me too. You can't even tell Angelina's the mother, he looks just like us. He looks up to you, Forge. He pranks his sister, taunts his mother and drives his father up the wall. Haha, just like the good old days, huh Freddie?

I miss you Freddie. We all miss you. Just the other day Mum was talking to me and she called me Fred. I told her, 'I'm George. Honestly woman! You still can't tell us apart and you call yourself our mother!' I saw her smile but I think I saw her eyes tear up. Mum and Dad don't like talking about you but sometimes they slip up. Like on Christmas, Mum still set you a place at the table and on our birthday, Dad told me to wait for you before blowing out our candles.

I know everyone else misses you too. Ron and Ginny never fight anymore and Bill and Charlie haven't been on their brooms since you died. But Percy took it hardest, for the first 6 months after you died, he'd never leave his room. Not for food, the funeral, his girlfriend, not even to piss! I don't even want to know how we used the bathroom. The only way we knew he was alive was because he'd send us down an owl every now and again. He really misses you, Forge. We all miss you. I'm pretty sure even Draco Malfoy misses you.

Is my ear up there, Forge? Can you see it? Maybe if you speak into it, I'll be able to hear your voice again. Do you miss me, Forge? I miss you. Without you, even my morning routine is in shambles, I can't get past the mirror without crying. 'Cause now, to me, every mirror is the Mirror of Erised.

Today is our 32nd birthday, Freddie. I'm sorry you can't blow out the candles with me. It's getting harder to blow them all out without you.

Sometimes I wish that when we entered our names in the Goblet of Fire wasn't the only time we were old together. But I'm happy, married with two kids. But that makes me feel guilty. I know that if you hadn't of died then none of this would of happened. I'm glad it was you, so you never would to of gone through this pain. But I don't feel happy about your death, Forge. I never could. You're my other half, Freddie.

My best friend,

My brother,

My twin.

I could never wish ill of you, I love you Fred.

I was never really good at goodbyes, you'd know that by now, Fred. I was never really good with endings either, was I? I don't want to say goodbye, Freddie, never. So instead I'll say hello. Maybe I'll see you soon. Hello Forge.

Mischief Managed.

Lots of love,

Your partner in crime,

Gred Weasley.