Dear Fred,
I'm so sorry. It's my fault you're gone. It's my fault that I distracted you that night. It's my fault that George never leaves your- well his room unless he absolutely has to. It's my fault that Bill and Charlie don't want to fly anymore. It's my fault that Mum and Ginny cry themselves to sleep every night. It's my fault that Dad and Ron can't look at George without their eyes watering. It's my fault that our family is falling apart.
Why did you have to die? It should have been me. I've been such a slimy git to all of you, especially you and George. George. Poor George. When he's not working, he locks himself in his room. One evening, I went to fetch him for supper, and I saw him clutching your monogrammed sweater in his arms. "Go away! It's all your fault! It should have been you!" He yelled, as tears streamed from his eyes that were so much like yours. He immediately took it back, and said he didn't mean it, but I knew that he was right.
I remember you funeral. There wasn't a person there that wasn't nearly drowning in their own tears. As they lowered your coffin into the ground, I hoped that you would just jump out from behind a tree, laughing and telling all of us that it was just another one of your jokes. I miss your pranks. I miss your laugh and your smile. I miss everything about you. We all do. We try to smile and joke around, but it's so hard to when you're not here.
You know Fred, I thing I regret the most is abandoning you and George and Mum and well, everyone. It's been hard, Fred. I remember when you were in your final year at Hogwarts, and Dad was attacked by that snake, and I didn't even try to comfort any of you. I just sent back my Christmas sweater. I was a terrible brother, and I wish I could take it all back.
I love you, Fred. I know I never really told you, but I really do. Goodbye Freddie. We all miss you.
Love,
Percy