George knelt by his brother's grave, ignoring the wet grass that was gradually soaking through his jeans. It's been three days since they've buried him, three days since he was forced to admit that Fred was dead, three days since he had last spoken to anybody. "Mom says that I should write you a letter." he spoke to the grave, his voice hoarse from unuse, not caring if it won't speak back, not caring if other people thought him crazy. So I've written you something, I hope you'll be able to read this, wherever you are. And I hope you're happy up there, having fun, playing pranks on everyone up there." He took out a carefully folded piece of parchment out of a pocket and laid it on the grave. He sighed, then rose and turned to leave, when a gust of wind caught the letter and blew it away from the grave. George threw himself after it, finally skidding to a halt, panting, as the letter landed on the top of a tree. "Damn." George swore as he snuck a peek at the Muggles around. No one was looking, so he snuck out his wand, murmuring 'Accio'. The letter drifted down and George was about to return it to the grave when he was writing that wan't his. Very familiar handwriting. With his heart beating fast, he opened the envelope and read:
Dear Georgie. I mess you too. Sometimes I stand alone and wonder, "Why do I still feel incomplete?" Then I realise, it's you I'm missing. Without you, I feel lost sometimes, even though it's nice and warm and fun here. Sirius and Lupin and Tonks are here too, with Harry's mom and dad. Tell him they're pretty cool-his dad especially. We're all here, in the "In-between", waiting for someone else left behind.
I'm waiting for you, Georgie. Go on without me. Live your life, I'll always be there with you. One day, when you're ready, you'll join me here, then we'll move on together. I love you. Tell everyone that I love them too.
I'll see you someday, but until then, you'll never be alone.
Love, Freddie.
George smiled through his tears, tucked the letter back into his pocket, then walked home.
For the rest of his life, whenever he felt down, he would write a letter to Fred, and Fred would always be there, writing back, comforting him, telling him that he wasn't alone.
~Mischief Managed~