Letters to Home.
Part of the "Letters From Heaven" challenge in the HPFC Forum.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no no no. -sad pout with arms crossed across chest.-
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Molly Weasley was sitting at her kitchen table, going through old photo albums. She rested at a picture of Fred and George, just months before Fred died. George had one ear, and a goofy grin, pulling on the lone ear. Molly felt tears sting her eyes. She stroked Fred's laughing face. She felt her heart break.
A distinct rapping on a window pulled her out of her nostalgic trance. She turned to see an owl that looked strangely like Hedwig. She pulled the letter off of the owl. It was freezing! She patted the owl's head.
She took the ribbon off of the letter, and read.
"Dearest Mother,
Don't worry, I'm fine. I mean, yeah, I died, but, I'm fine. I'm living here with my favorite people, the Marauders. Remember the map? They told me everything about it. It seems you were a lucky victim of a prank gone wrong. I laughed so hard at that.
Mum, stop crying for me. Even in death, I can't help but love you. I really can't, mum. I miss you, I really do.
Did you recognize the owl? It was Hedwig. Funny, huh? Harry would real pleased that Hedwig is here, wouldn't he?
Mum, I'll get serious now, even though that's impossible. I've been talking to some people up here, and they all say "the worst thing about death is leaving people behind." That isn't true, Mum. The worst thing about death is leaving you behind. I sometimes wish so hard for one of your scolding looks, or a warm motherly hug. I want to taste your cooking again. I want to take back whatever I've done to make you mad, or cry. I want to take back my life, Mum. I want to see your face one last time.
Mum, enclosed in this letter is my love, and a muggle spark plug for Dad. Tell him that I found it on my journey here. Also, there is my care, and my heart. I mean, I'm dead. Who needs a heart? Aw, Mum! Stop crying! I mean, who wants to live forever, anyways? You obviously don't. I sure like it up here, Mum. I mean, there's no evil wizards, and there's no fear. It's just happiness all the time. I miss you, Mum. Have I mentioned that? Let me tell you, Mum, I'll see you soon. I know I will. And then, my arms won't be empty of loving Molly hugs. They'll be full of warmth, and love.
As this letter is coming to a close, I must say one more thing. Don't cry anymore, Mum. I know you're a strong person, and tears are just a pest to you. So, call the exterminator, get those things killed. Ha ha, I made a joke. Did you laugh, Mum?
All my love, Mum,
Fred.
PS: Tell everyone that I say hi. And that you're not crazy, you have this letter as proof, Mum! I love you more that a measly letter can say, and I do miss you. I hate to end this. I love you.
The letter fell to the cupboard with a small clatter, as Molly Weasley felt her heart swell and burst. Her son was okay.