Letters from Fred: HP fanfic
Ch.1 Finding the Letters:

The sun set quietly on the Weasley household, everyone exhausted from the night previous. The dinner had been a quiet affair, full of bloodshed eyes, muffled sniffles, and little conversation. Mrs. Weasley excused herself after she finished eating, following her. One by one, the siblings excused themselves from the table, Harry and Hermione going to Ron's room, Bill and Charlie taking a walk, and George going to his room.

It was George that Ginny was most worried about. She glanced at him throughout the dinner, and realised it was not the same without him cracking jokes at every moment. He looked exhausted, drained, on the verge of tears. Her heart broke as she wished she could help him. Her heart broke for all sorts of reasons, missing her brother already. It had already been a day, and she missed him like crazy. How was she going to spend the rest of her life without him? The tears that had been threatening to spill out nearly ran down her cheeks, but she kept them in. It wasn't the time now; she had to be strong for the others. She felt trapped though, and didn't know where to go. Hermione would be going to Ginny's room probably in a few minutes to sleep.

Ginny settled on going to the attic. It was Fred who had told her about the attic, a place where none of the family ventured in, the reason saying it was too small to be comfortable. Ginny though, loved it. She loved the musty smell, slanted roof, and small room. When Ginny was sad, she'd go to the attic, and usually it would be Fred to come find her. Fred, or sometimes George. Here, Ginny allowed herself to break down and sob. She sobbed for Fred, who she hoped was somewhere happy. She cried for George, who was without a twin, her brothers, who now had one less brother. She cried for Harry, who was probably feeling guilty although he shouldn't. Ginny cried until she had no tears left, until the sun went down and the darkness came, the attic only lit by a small light.
Something caught her eye- a glowing stack of paper. She walked over to it and picked it up, curious. A sticky note was taped to the letters, with the words: Gin, please give these out. Love, Fred.
She gave a shaky sigh, and a little smile, feeling closer to him than she had all day, and browsed through the letters- one for George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Harry, Hermione, and her, Ginny. A shudder ran through her as she saw her name written in Fred's distinct writing.
"Okay," she whispered out loud. "Okay, I'll do it."

It was eleven o'clock at night, and Ginny wasn't going to distribute the letters until the morning, but sounds coming from the twin's room- no, just George's now, Ginny reminded herself with a lump in her throat, made her think otherwise. She closed her eyes and leaned against the door before mustering the energy to knock. There was no answer, and the door was locked when she shook the handle.
"George Weasley," Ginny said sternly, trying to calm her shaking voice. " Let me in."
The door lock clicked, and Ginny went in.