Dear Fred,
I miss you. You have no idea. I didn't realize how much time we spent together until you were gone. I put on the same old happy face we always showed to the world when I go to work at the Wheeze's every day, but it's not the same without you. It'll never be the same again.
I remember so much about you. We were twins, but we were different too. Mostly, you were always the one to "diffuse the tension" like you did when we were taking that Polyjuice to look like Harry. The 'U-No-Poo' signs were your idea, and they made everyone laugh, no matter how many family members they'd already lost. The swamp in our final year was yours too, and I'm pretty sure we had even Snape laughing in his dungeon.
The whole family cried over you at the final battle. You probably would have told us to bugger off and get a grip on ourselves, but I don't think any of us figured that out until a lot later. When we got home, it started again. The clock…it did something weird. It added a spot to go. It doesn't have a label though. It's just a still black-and-white picture of a road. The Gray Road. Your picture was there when we got home. Everyone else's was stuck on 'Lost.' Ginny, Ron, and Bill were the first to recover. I think it was because they had Harry, Hermione, and Fleur to comfort them and help them move on. Charlie and Percy's pictures all started moving again soon too. Mum and Dad's eventually did, after a couple of months.
It's been a year, Fred. My picture is still stuck on 'Lost.' Every time I come home, it's there. Mum says it doesn't move. She thinks I need to see a shrink. I haven't. Angelina's been helping some. She's the one who told me to write this. But I don't think I'll ever be whole again, Fred.
Every night, before I go to bed, I play this song. I don't know why. I guess it's because it fits so well. It's called "Bleeding Out" by a band called Imagine Dragons. I think you'd like it. It's a good song. But every time it hits the second verse, I start to cry. It goes like this:
"When the hour is nigh
And hopelessness is sinking in
And the wolves all cry
To fill the night with hollering
When your eyes are red
And emptiness is all you know
With the darkness fed
I will be your scarecrow."
That pretty much sums it up, I guess. I miss you, Gred. Or are you Forge…? I don't think we ever figured that out.
Your lonesome brother,
George