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I never thought I could forgive him, you know, harry potter. For months I blamed him for Fred's death. I just couldn't help it. I list my best friend, my twin, my better half. All my life he'd been with me. All my life we were attached at the hip, two peas in a pod, we completed each other. Then in a simple moment it all disappeared.
Fred's funeral was three months ago, exactly. Since then I sold the store, sulked in my bedroom, and drank. Whiskey, beer, wine. Whatever I could find. I was pathetic. To think that Harry Potter destroyed my life was too much. I mean this was the guy who gave us money to start "Weasley Wizard Wheezes". He was always the nicest boy. Ron's only real friend. Now, to think about what I planned to do. To take revenge on the Boy Who Lived, the boy who was like a brother to me. I need to do this now! Before my conscience takes over and makes me feel guilty that I'm going to kill him. I know it sounds so cruel. But it's justified. I swear its justified. He killed my brother. All this pent up rage needs to be dispersed.
