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Sometimes I wish that things were different.

I wish that the good people weren't always the ones to die. He didn't deserve to die. He had his whole life left ahead of him.

But he's gone now, and has been for a year. Dwelling on the past won't make him come back. I wish it could. I would give anything to have him back.

My life without him is completely different. Back when he was here, my life was filled with fun, with jokes and laughter. He could brighten my entire day with just a smile. I loved the way he was so carefree, and he never let anything keep him down for long.

Many good people died that day. Many of them died before their time. They fought so bravely, so hard. Sometimes I wonder if it was worth it, if they really had to die. If there was another way. But it was worth it. They gave their lives for a good cause. A great cause.

I grieve for them all, but for one in particular. My best friend. My boyfriend. The love of my life.

He was 20 when he fell. 20 years old. He had so much left to give the world. He was brilliant. He always downplayed how smart he was, he never seemed to care about schoolwork at all. But I knew. He was a genius. He didn't want anyone to know how smart he was. He thought it would ruin his reputation.

He was such a fantastic quidditch player. He loved the fact that he was one of few on the pitch who was allowed to cause mayhem, and try and injure people. He loved the danger. It was precisely the kind of things you would expect from him. Even when we were little, he was always dragging me along with him, making me do the most dangerous and reckless things that he could find. Even as a six year old.

He would hate to see me sitting here mourning for him a year after it happened. He always hated to see me cry. After today, I will put aside my sadness and move on with my life. Except on the anniversary of his death. Every year, on this day, May 2nd, I will come here to pay my respects.

As much as I need to move on, I will never forget him.

I'm writing this now as a tribute to his memory. I think he'd be pleased. He always did like attention. That's why he was always such a prankster. He reveled in the spot light, he always wanted to be the center of attention, to have everyone's eyes on him.

I don't want him to be forgotten.

I want everyone to know about my life with him, my life growing up with the Weasley twins. My life with two of the greatest pranksters ever, the best beaters at Hogwarts, the best friends I could have ever had.

So here you are, dear reader, the story of my life with Fred Weasley.