We were the boys in red, all six of us. Ginny died in the chamber and our parents split, they were fighting too much and couldn't take it. Mum walked out and didn't come back. Dad got bad, he started drinking and got abusive. Smacked us around a little, he can't any more.
We found Percy first. He was laid against the wall with both wrists slit in Dad's office - fitting dontcha think? He was the one who took it hard, he'd always looked up to Dad even if he hadn't shown it.
Ron was found next, he jumped off the attic roof. Don't know how he got up there, he never did like the family ghoul. Not surprised really, Ginny's death was hard on him, they always were close.
Our family was falling apart in front of our eyes and we didn't know what to do.
Fred and George came up with the idea. We all agreed, Me and Bill visited the school once in a while and we decided to do it on the next visit. The twins were brewing the potion - Sorry professor, we kinda took some ingredients we needed- we would take it two at a time.
On the next visit we found the twins in the great hall. There was a message next to them- We were born together, lied together and we died together
We couldn't wait, it was our chance next. It was hard the next couple days, everyone was watching, wanting to say sorry and make up excuses. Just so you know Harry, we don't blame you, mate.
Now I write this before we take it and join them all in heaven.
It was too much and we're at peace.
It wasn't your fault, you didn't know, Harry.
We were the brother's in red. We were born in red, lived in red, been tormented in red now we die in red.
Ta-ta my good fellows,
Charles Damien Weasley.