I do not own Harry Potter anything.

And I still haven't forgiven J.K. Rowling.

Goodnight, Freddie

Hey, Freddie, you doing alright up there?

Yeah, I'm fine. Still saint-like.

Wife just had the baby. Gorgeous lil' thing, that. Just like his mother.

Still got a good dose of us though.

All red hair and freckles, just like a proper Weasley, I'd say.

Haven't named him yet. Got a few ideas. You can probably guess. Nothing quite so questionable as 'Bilius' though, bless Mum. Never did figure on where she found that one. Thought she was running out of sensible ones or something, eh?

Speaking of dear ol' Ron, he's up and asked Hermione Granger to marry him. And she said yes! And here we thought she bright 'n such. Ha.

Then our dear old Ginny's gone made an honest man of Harry. No surprise there, googly-eyed over him since the first day we all met.

'Member, Freddie? Running trolley first into the brick o' Platform 9 and 3/4 and fallin' over like a bleedin' Muggle?

Come a long way, he has. Trainin' up to be an Auror now. 'Long with Ron. Easier now the whole of the Ministry's not looking to skin him for breakfast kippers and mash.

Ginny's gone out for the Holey Head Harpies. Chaser, no less. Says nothing can be too much of a challenge after growing up youngest of our lot. Guess she's right.

Charlie's good, Bill too. Lucky him and Fleur's tykes're taking after her, him being all part wolfy now 'n all.

And Percy, well, Percy's Percy. Still prancing around like a bloody struttin' cock-a-too. No changin' that, I guess. But you can tell he's trying not to be so much of a git.

Mum and Dad are fine. Enjoying the quiet, I reckon, now that the house is empty. Just them and the garden gnomes. Still, we all get up there now and again 'round the table for a good tuck-in.

Shop's getting on. You'd be proud of how happy people are walking out of there with our 'whizbangs and gizmos', as Mum used to say.

I miss you, Freddie. Every day, I do. I wish you were here.

Still, got to get on though. Life's for the living, they say.

Still . . . be more of a riot with you around, yeah?

Well . . . night then, Freddie.

I love you.

*sniffles*

Sorry, but, yeah.

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