Fred,
We buried you today, your funeral was nearly impossible to attend. I was holding it together until Dad started sobbing. You've never seen Dad cry have you? It's not a sight I'd like to see again.
I've been locked in my room all week. The family have been so full of grief they barely noticed I wasn't there. In all honesty I think they are glad, I look so much like you it must be difficult for them to look at me. I mean were twins! I think I should keep writing these. They make me feel like you're still here. Like I can reach out and touch you again. Hug you. I want that so bad. To hug my own twin! I just wish you were still here .
Harry spoke to me about losing Sirius; he even went as far as to ask Nearly Headless Nick about him possibly being a ghost. I know you wouldn't do that; you'll be to busy wreaking havoc up there waiting for me.
Part of me still expects you to walk in the door, that grin that haunts my dreams on your face. You'll laugh and declare it's all a big joke. But thats not gonna happen, Your gone. And You can't come back.
Hermione suggested I write to you, she said it may help me come to terms with your death. She's made me a box to put by the grave for them. Wonderful girl, far too good for Ron. But you know that already, you told me. It was an excellent idea to use that truth potion, do you remember when Mum ….
I can't keep writing, the inks smudged with tears.
Why did you have to leave me? We both promised we would be careful! I turned my back, and then you were gone.
Please come back. It's so difficult without you. I've put a photo of us in the box for you. It's your favourite one; don't think you should be without it. Harry insisted I play a prank today. We sent a firework into the stew when Mum was cooking, it went everywhere. No one found it funny though. She got mad, then went up to her room and cried. Dinner was not enjoyable that night.
The other day Harry was talking how it should have been him dead. I keep telling him that he didn't do this, Voldemort did and it was gonna happen with you there or not. But deep inside me, I keep thinking that he should be gone. I want you back so badly Fred. You're my twin, my partner in crime! But you're not here.