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It breaks my heart to know that this will never happen.
It breaks my heart to know that no child will ever run up to him and cry "Uncle Fweddy," or "Daddy!" because, you see, Fred died in the battle for good: Fred died for Harry Potter and the Light side.
It breaks my heart that Fred died before the fact that he could have someone to be able to come and grip onto his leg if they were feeling down or scared about something. It breaks my heart that there hasn't been the chance for a child with his same ginger hair and crooked grin to rush over to him to be comforted or to ask for advice and guidance.
For Fred died. He died before he got the chance to be a Father, an Uncle, anyone to a child. He died without the opportunity to show the world that, for all his malarkey and mischief, he could be the greatest Dad in the world because he had done it all, so he didn't have anything to be surprised about!
It breaks my heart that Fred was the one to die. For Fred had his entire life to live. He had the chance to grow up and meet a nice girl to marry, to then have kids with. He had the chance to be the best man at his brother's wedding and to be greeted Uncle Fweddy by the kids of his siblings as well as his extended family. He had the chance to be the greatest mischief maker the world had ever known as a duo with his brother.
But now George has to be the chief speaker at the funeral of his brother. Now George has to be the world's greatest mischief maker solo, without Fred. Now George can never have his kids call Fred 'Uncle Fweddy', for Fred is dead.
It breaks my heart to know that Fred died. It breaks my heart to know that Fred died before he had ever truly lived. True, he set himself a legacy that will never be forgotten at Hogwarts, but he never lived outside of the school.
He lived and died in that school.
And that is perhaps the saddest thing of all.
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