Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, this fanfiction would never happen because Fred and George would grow old together.
Dear Fred,
It has been a month since it happened. I can barely talk to anyone. I keep pausing, waiting for someone to finish my sentence, but no one does anymore. There is no longer someone who knows exactly what I mean without me having to say a thing. Most of me was crushed under the wall with you.
Is it bad for me to say that I am so relieved that I've lost an ear? If I had both, I don't know if I could look in the mirror anymore, I would only see you. I've been spending most of my time in our room in our shop. I can't go down anymore- I don't want to see what we built together and I don't want to speak to anyone.
They all say that they understand what I'm feeling, but how could they? I don't want sympathy, I don't want people to understand. You were always the only person who knew how to cheer me up. I'm without my source of happiness, and I don't know what could replenish it. I think that there is a dementor in my room with me. It's the only thing that explains how I feel.
-George
Dear Fred,
It's been a couple years. Ron has filled your place in the joke shop, giving up his spot as an auror for me. He says that he'd rather help, but I can tell- he's given up something he's always wanted to do. Angelina has learned how to deal with my grief, and Lee knows how to finish my sentences.
I'm so thankful I have people in my life to help fill the void left by you, but it still feels useless sometimes. They aren't a part of me like you were, they're just close to me. I don't think anything can fill that void.
Our little sister is engaged- and I know exactly your reaction. I've left the 5 galleons from the bet I would have lost on your grave. You would have never let me hear the end of it- I really thought that Ickle Ronniekins would be engaged to Hermione first.
By the way, the weirdest thing happened. I found this mirror, and I have both ears in it. Harry caught me looking into it the other day and warned me not to get lost in the image. I'm not that obsessed with my ears….. Still missing you.
-George
Dear Fred,
I think that this will be my last letter to you. My heart feels like it's finally complete. Angelina had little Fred today, and my son promises to look like you. Lee is going to be a wonderful godfather. I will forever miss you, but I think that I can move on.
-George
So... I'm not a very good writer, but I hope you enjoyed (and by enjoyed, I mean was made sad by) my story.