A/N – (I don't own Harry Potter or the characters in any way. All credit goes to J. K. Rowling).
Plentiful Tricks
"George,
If you bother to read this, I want you to know that you – we –shouldn't be worried. Think of all the chaos and mayhem previous to the present. We caused all of that, and even then, our necks were in serious damage of being wrung.
We'll fight together, fight as one, and as long as you're by my side, we'll be safe.
We've done everything together, and today is no different. It'll just be like a grand adventure we've always wanted to go on. It will be scarier, I'm not denying that, but we'll be side by side. Our hearts will be beating as one and we will defeat You-Know-Who, along with Harry of course, but together, we will stand.
And George, when it's over, I suggest we celebrate in style. Just you, me, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Mum, Dad, Charlie, Bill, Fleur, and...Percy. We'll party like we've never partied before.
The pranks will be ten times more awesomer (Is that even a word?) Oh well, they'll be so awesome, even we will be amazed. The Joke shop will be a great success, I know it will, and we'll soon have shops popping up in every city of the country, maybe even France now we have Fleur. *Cough, cough.*
Like I said at the top, George, this is just a hiccup; it'll be resolved in no time. Voldy-Moldy has outlived his life, he's like a bad penny, you can never quite get rid of him.
I'll see you tomorrow then, George, and we'll be prepared to end this chapter of our lives, ready to begin anew without old Voldy getting in the way of our fun.
Your partner in crime,
Fred."
George finished the letter just as tears spilled over and down his cheeks. He was stood alone behind the counter of his shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. He was a ghost of the man he once was. His eyes were sunken, his cheeks swallow, his hair unkempt. The light in his eyes had vanished, and his smile was no longer a good friend, but a cold distant stranger.
He was alone, but he turned around just in time to catch the door closing ever so silently behind him. And he, he was not alone.
"Fred?" He whispered silently. With no reply, he assumed he was just going mad.
George sighed, looking down at the worn letter, rubbing his red eyes and brushing the useless tears away.
With a heavy heart, he went to fold the letter up, however, he had to look twice before putting it away.
I have a lot more up my sleeve, brother.
And for the first time in nearly a year, George went to work with a smile on his face.