I sat next to his headstone, even after the funeral was long over. I don't know why, it just seemed right. Unexplainable, but I knew it was the right thing to do. We were, no, we are twins, and twins have to stick together, right? But it just seems so final. Burying your twin isn't right, we promised to die together! We had so much fun together. Ever since our first year, we were the school troublemakers. We got detention almost every week, but even then we were together. We were both on the Quidditch team, both of us Beaters. We were born to hit things. I remember when we tried to enter the Triwizard Tornament, but the age line got us. Those beards were supposed to be real, Fred. We were supposed to grow up together, get married, and raise our families. But I'd have to say, leaving the school with a bang was the best part. I really think we left our mark…. Did you know they put up a memorial for you? That little bit of Portable Swamp they saved, the put ours names on the plaque and hung up. It's your memorial though, not mine. I'm always gonna think of you every time I see my reflection. I'm your Holey Brother, remember? I really wish you'd come back. I never got to say goodbye. Even though you died laughing, and I knew you were happy, I still miss you. Please, wait for me. I will come Fred, then we can be together for the rest of eternity.
Before I left you for the first time in my entire life, I traced the careful lettering on your grave stone. I wrote it myself. It's perfect for you, Fred.
Here lies Fred Weasley, my twin and better half. We all miss you.
I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good.