I blamed the pranks.
I blamed all the pranks he ever pulled, all the jokes he ever told, and every little bit of mischief. In a way, it was their fault.
If he hadn't had a sense of humor, he never would've laughed at Percy's joke.
If he hadn't gone and pranked Percy into oblivion, Percy never would've left, so never would've come back to our side.
If Percy hadn't left to the Ministry, he would've surely told some joke, and he wouldn't have been so surprised.
If it weren't for the pranks, the jokes, the carelessness, I never would've loved him.
If I never loved him, I wouldn't have cared as much we he passed on.
If I did care as much, my heart wouldn't be as broken.
If my heart were never broken, I never would've blamed the pranks.
I love you, Fred Weasley. And I hope your pranks die with you.
An: I was inspired. Whoop de doop for me.
See, normally, I just pretend the Fred didn't die, but, I had to write this down.