Dear Fred,

Remember when I was afraid to get on the Hogwarts express when we were in our first year? I had held your hand and you had told me not to be afraid ... We've come a long way since then , jokes and pranks , joy and laughter filling each day . Now ... Those are lost forever ... We grew up too quickly, didn't we? The days spent terrorizing others; the nights spent together ... I miss those times. I miss the memories. But ... THEY can't compare to how much I miss YOU. You... The other half of me ... Two parts of a whole . You ... Who always seemed to be able to read my mind ... The detentions we served together were almost fun ... With you around. I miss your warmth … your arms around me… keeping me safe. The midnight wanderings… the meetings in the room of requirement… I miss it all. Sneaking into the forbidden forest so no one would hear us… do you remember …? These precious memories… are worth more to me than the whole of Gringotts. It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore… when you left… you took half of me away with you… now I'm bound by the life you left behind… a shadow of my former self, a wandering spirit. If only you were still here… I tried to fill the gap you left, but … it's not easy…I married her. Angelina. Remember her? Yeah. It's unfair to her, seeing as she was merely seen as a substitute for something, someone I could no longer have… I lie in bed night after night, thinking… the memories flashing by like a film without sound. Do you have any idea how empty, how cold the bed feels without your warm body beside mine …? I can't even cry. I only feel numb… as if everything, the whole world, my life, their lives, all mean nothing anymore. It's just a black, empty space where they used to be light and kindness… we were closer than any other brothers, I can't… I don't want to believe you're gone. I spent nights imagining you beside me as you always were, cheering me up, supporting me through the hard times and sharing happiness with me. Why? Why did you jump in front of that curse? Did you think I would be able to live if my brother, my twin, no less, had died for me? Your last words… "Live for both of us"... how do I go on? How can I live… with only half of me left. Mum and dad are grief-stricken, but … their sorrow cannot compare with my misery… I know you were trying to protect me like you always did, but… it would have been easier if I had just died that night. Mum still knits you a sweater every year, by the way. They're on our bed… reminding me… of what I'd lost that night. I can't bear to leave them like this… when they've lost you so recently, but…I just can't go on anymore. My only wish … is to be with you eternally… as I sit on our bed at midnight, a tiny bottle in my hand, I look around at the world we both knew our whole lives. Unscrewing the cap, a tear falls just as I down the poison, searing pain coursing through me before everything turns black and I, once again, see you, touch you, hear you… together forever. At last.