Dear Fred,
It's been a year since you died. It's crazy, right? To think I'm still here, and you're Merlin knows where. Born in the same April's Fools day of 1978, raised in the same room, partners in crime...and the truth is, not a day has gone by for me without thinking about you, and all you might have become had you survived the battle. But, as a fact, you didn't, and neither did Lupin, Tonks, Snape and many others.
I haven't been able to produce a Patronus since you died, Fred. Possibly because all my happy memories include you, and thinking of those distant, happy days in which we were just two careless boys who thought they were going to rule the world with their fake wands and oversized cloaks, is just downright painful. I wish I could go back and change that night. I wish no-one had to die. I wish you hadn't died.
Remember that time when we turned old after putting our names in the Goblet of Fire, Freddie? I wish it hadn't been the only time we saw each other old, Fred. We were supposed to age together, and instead I'm stuck here, in a world still bleeding from the wounds caused by the war, completely alone. True, I have our family and Angelina, but it's not the same without you, Fred. You've always been my best friend, my brother, my partner in crime. There's no George without Fred, and no Fred without George, and it's always been like that.
I also wrote to tell you that the night you died, we all cried. So hard. Mum was not Mum anymore, she was just a tiny woman who looked as lost and old as ever. Dad was a loss for words. It was the first time I saw him cry. Bill and Charlie held you and tried to bring you back, tears streaming down their faces, whilst Fleur and Ginny held each other in an attempt not to fall to the ground in sheer agony. Ron cried so much. I'm proud to say Perce and him were the ones to bring your body to us. Perce was so brave, Fred. Who would have thought that the good old World's Biggest Prat would have missed you almost as much as I do? Well, it's true. But none of them seemed to feel as much as I did when you died, Fred. I was torn apart from my brother and best friend by that bloody war, it was like a part of me was ripped away from my body when I saw Perce and Ron bringing your body into the Great Hall. I didn't believe it until it was too late. You were dead, and I was alive. Life's just that cruel.
I sometimes wonder what will happen when I die, old and worn out. Will you recognize me, wherever I go after I pass away? Will you have forgotten me? I don't know if there's someone else up there, but I can promise you, I won't forget you as long as I live. Oh, and don't bother about the tie. It's all right you took mine. It looked better on you anyway.
I hope Lupin, Tonks and the others are all right. Angelina says hi.
I don't know when will we see each other again. Until then, the only thing that I've left to say is I'm still saintlike, but all right I guess. Get it, Freddie? Saintlike.
Always missing you and still holy,
Forge.
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A/N: Well that was nice to write. I seem to have grown fond of Weasley twins fics, so expect more from me soon. :) Anyway, please let me know what you think of this!
Eleanor x