It had been several weeks since Voldemort's death. The wizarding world was in celebration, and the only sadness that remained were the mourning's over the deaths of so many innocent witches and wizards.
The Weasley family had moved on since the death of Fred, or tried to. The somber atmosphere of the Burrow, however, was about as cheerful as a graveyard. George moped around the house, and hadn't spoken since the death of his beloved twin. Percy decided to move back in, finally realizing that family was more important than work. Ron was spending a good portion of his time in his room with his new girlfriend, Hermione. Harry and Ginny were together again, and couldn't be happier. Bill and Fleur constantly checked on everyone at the burrow, but still lived in their cottage. Molly and Arthur always tried to cheer everyone up, but had little success.
It was a Tuesday morning and George laid in his empty room staring at the ceiling. Flashbacks of the night his twin was murdered reverberated in his head. He tried to think of what Fred would say to him, but he couldn't even bring himself to imagine his brother. He sighed and glanced out the window. The sun was beginning to rise and the dark outline of a bird was heading towards the Burrow.
After a minute George managed to get out of bed and walk over to the window. He opened it and realized the owl was flying towards his window. Finally the owl landed on the window sill and hooted softly, holding out it's leg, which carried a roll of parchment. George took the parchment and stroked the owl before giving it an owl treat. After it finished the treat it took off flying, hooting loudly before disappearing beyond the trees.
George took the parchment and sat on his bed. He unrolled it and read softly to himself.
"My Dearest Fred,
Bonjour! I'm writing to see how you've been. I was so thrilled to read of You-Know-Who's death, and simply had to find out how happy you must be! I am also writing to find out when I'll get to meet your family, or if they even know about me yet. I miss you so much, and if it's alright with you, I'll be able to visit you in about a week. So please let me know. I can't believe how long it's been since we've started courting, I never thought that a long distance relationship would work out. I hope to see you soon! Please reply ASAP! I love you so much and can't wait to see you. Au revoir for now!
Love Always,
Moanna"
George's mouth stood agape. Fred never told him that he had a girlfriend. Then the thought hit him, how would he tell Moanna that she would never see Fred again? He couldn't possibly lie and say he was Fred. He had no ear, and Fred obviously had an ear and he didn't know if she knew about him losing an ear. He didn't know what Fred told her about anyone. The frustration of Fred's secret life made George clench his fist. Maybe this was just a cruel joke? But then again, what kind of sick pervert would do this to him? He had to know. He stomped out of his room and stormed downstairs.
"Who the hell wrote this?!" He screamed.
"George, language." His father said calmly.
"Wrote what?" Asked Percy and who was sipping some coffee.
"This letter addressed to Fred!! Someone bloody well admit to it because I'm not laughing." He said angrily.
"That's sick. I honestly don't know why anyone in this room would do that…we all loved Fred and we all love you, dear, and we would never do anything to upset you while you're in this state." His mother said softly.
"May I see the letter, George?" Harry asked looking at George.
George threw the letter at Harry and stomped back up the stairs and slammed the door to his room. Harry looked over the letter and paused at the end.
"Moanna…" He mumbled. "The name is so familiar…wait…she's from Beauxbatons!" He said loudly. "I remember now, Fleur was talking to her during the Yule Ball. That's the only way Fred could have met her…three years ago during the Tri-Wizard Tournament while Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were at Hogwarts!"
"Wait…Fred had a girlfriend?" Ron asked, his mouth full of toast.
"I guess so. I'm almost positive she's one of Fleur's friends." Harry said putting the letter down. "Wow…I can't believe Fred was leading such a secret life that even his twin didn't know about."
Ginny took the letter and read it to herself. "Well I think I'll go talk to him. I am a girl after all." She excused herself from breakfast and kissed Harry of the cheek before heading upstairs to her big brothers room. She stopped for a moment before knocking softly.