Dear Fred
Hey, Fred. How's it going? Mum hasn't torn all her hair out from the stress of planning Ron's and Ginny's weddings yet, so that's a start. Yeah, you heard me. Ronniekins and Gin are getting MARRIED. Ginny, I can understand. But Ron?
Anyway, that's not what I'm writing about. My son was born yesterday. You have a nephew, mate!
Alicia swears he looks just like me which makes sense. The kid's unbelievably handsome.
I just wish you could have been here to see him. I ran into the waiting room at St. Mungo's where everybody was waiting and yelled that it was a boy. Mum was crying a little bit but she hugged me just like everyone else understandably.
When I turned to grin at you, you weren't there. Ouch. I'm pretty sure Harry noticed because he hugged me a little harder than everybody else.
I went back into the room where Alicia was holding him, she looked up and I told her our son needed a name.
"You know what you want to name him," she said, raising an eyebrow.
Later that day, our family all took turns holding Fred Billius Weasley.
I really miss you Fred. I think you would have been proud of your nephew. He's going to be a troublemaker at Hogwarts, I can tell.
Love you always.
Sincerely, your brother, George.