When Harry met Voldemort in the Dark Forest, he knew that he would die. He had always known in a way. Ever since he was told the prophecy by Dumbledore, he had known somewhere in the back of his mind that he wouldn't live to see eighteen.
He had approached Voldemort with his head held high. He would die like his father. He would die for those he loved. He would die to finally end the hell that so many had to live through. But the part of his death that meant the most to him was that he would be able to see his family again. He would be with his mother, father, and godfather. He would be with Remus, Tonks, and Dumbledore. He would see Fred, who was like an older brother to him. His death would be met with people he had far too little time with in life, and protect the people he cared about who were still alive.
When he awoke in the afterlife, he had first encountered Fred, who was none too pleased to be seeing Harry again so soon.
"Harry James Potter, you better be a damn figment of my imagination. You better still be down there fighting it out with You-Know-Who!" Harry let out an awkward chuckle and Fred hit him upside the back of his head.
"What the hell was that for?" Harry looked shocked at the fact that Fred had actually hit him, and rubbed the back of his head to ease the pain.
"You blasted idiot! You weren't supposed to die!"
"Well neither were you!" Harry yelled back, angry that Fred was scolding him.
"It doesn't matter that I died!" Fred saw Harry open his mouth to retort and quickly continued, "Don't even try to rebut that statement, Potter! I died for a reason! I died so that you could live! So that you could defeat Moldyfart and have a life! One where it's not always up to you to save us all! Don't you get it? It's not right for you to be here!"
Harry sighed and decided that the best way to shut Fred up was to explain. "Fred, I had to die. I didn't have a choice. I sacrificed my life because if I didn't, Voldemort would still be able to come back. When he killed my parents, I was made into an unintentional horcrux. He would be able to come back to life through me if I didn't die. I knew that this would have to happen. I knew when I heard the prophecy that I wouldn't live to grow old. I didn't want to die, but I had to."
Fred looked at Harry and immediately felt bad. He never had a chance to have a real life. He didn't remember the love his real parents had for him. All he had was the Weasley's to take him in. Yes, he was happy, but he never had a chance to be only himself. Harry never had the option to ignore the title that was thrust at him and be a normal kid. It wasn't fair that now he would never get that chance.
"I'm sorry, kiddo," Fred smiled sadly at Harry and the younger boy let out a dry laugh.
"Kiddo? You're only a bit older than me, you dunce."
"And those two years give me the right to call you as such," Fred threw his arm across Harry's shoulders and they started walking.
Harry nudged Fred in the side and laughed, "Yeah, sure they do, Weasley."
They walked in silence for a little while until Harry finally spoke. "I really hope it all works out. I don't want anyone else to die for this."
Fred nodded in agreement and looked at Harry, "They'll probably fight in your name now that you're not there to do it. Ginny especially."
Harry sighed, thinking of Ginny made him hate the fact that he had to die even more. He left behind the girl who made him go crazy. She was so damn perfect, yet so messed up. Freckles splattered across her pale skin, orangey hair that was so long that when she flew, it looked as if she was wearing a cape, soft brown eyes that laughed at all of the dumb things he said or did. She was beautiful in her own skin, but it was nothing compared to who she was. Her strength and bravery could rival Godric Gryffindor's, her caring nature almost bested that of her mother's, her temper was scarier than anything that a boggart could conjure up. The girl who knew his pain, who was used by Voldemort, who was vulnerable, but held herself high, who understood and mended the broken parts of him was left to live on, and Harry didn't know what he'd do without her.
"Yeah, but she won't be fighting just for me, Fred. She's fighting for all of the fallen. She wouldn't fight any other way, and you and I both know it."
Fred hesitated before speaking again, "She really loved you, you know. I mean, we all used to tease her for having a crush on you, but she fell for you."
"I fell for her, too, Fred. I fell for her, too," Harry studied his hands to avoid looking at the other boy.
"Too bad you didn't get a chance to tell her," Fred sighed, "You and I both know that it would've made her world to know that. I mean, I know that you two dated and all that jazz, but she probably didn't know how much she really meant to you."
Harry suddenly whipped his head up, "I did! I don't know how I forgot, but I did! When I was running around with Ron and Hermione, I wrote you all letters. How the hell did I forget that?"
"What sort of ponce writes letters?" Fred teased Harry and he retaliated by muttering shut up and bumping his shoulder with Fred, before running off.
After the battle was over, Ginny sat with her family, crying over the people they lost. Hermione had joined their group and held Ginny's hand, crying along with her. They were sitting next to Fred's body. They hadn't been able to make their way through the crowd of people paying their respects to Harry's lifeless form yet. When Ginny had heard the news of the Boy Who Lived's death, it shattered her completely. She had never expected him to die. He was supposed to make it through so that they could be together again, so he could feel normal for once.
Ron had walked away from everyone when the battle had ended. He didn't want anyone to try and comfort him. He wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed being around those when mourning, it only made the reminder of that person's death even more prominent. He went to the Room of Requirement to see if it still worked, and was surprised to see that it did. Yes, the walls of the room were completely black, and everything smelled charred, but it still conjured up the room that they had snuck into Hogwarts through earlier that day. He looked at the items that were scattered around and his eye found Harry's rucksack from the 'camping trip from Hell'. He strode over to it and picked it up, looking for a piece of his friend to hold on to. He opened it up and was needless to say, shocked when pieces of parchment fluttered to the floor around him. He picked up one of the papers and saw 'Mr and Mrs. Weasley' written on it. When he unfolded it, he realized that it was a letter to his parents, and quickly looked over the other papers. They were addressed to different members of his family, and some of Harry's closer friends. He shoved everything back into the bag, running to find his family in the Great Hall.
He found his family around Fred's body where he had left them hours ago. They didn't hear him come up to them, so he cleared his throat. Mrs. Weasley looked up at Ron and broke into another round of tears, thinking of how he had lost a brother and a best friend. Ron hugged his mother, patting her back consolingly, before pulling away to show everyone Harry's letters.
"I found something, guys," he reopened Harry's bag and pulled out all of the letters. "I think that Harry was expecting to die. I know that sounds morbid, but I mean, why else would he write these?" He started to pass the letters out to their respective recipients. "I only just found them and I don't know when he wrote them, but I thought you guys would want them. He wrote them for a lot of people, and I know who all of them are, except one. Does anyone here know a Will?"
Hermione let out a choked laugh, her voice rough from yelling out spells and crying, "Ron, I think that's his will. As in last will and testament." The other Weasleys gave weak smiles at the two, humored by Ron's lack of common sense.
Hermione reached for the will and set it down in the middle of the group, "I think that we should look at that last. I want to read my letter first." Everyone nodded their agreement and started to open their letters. Everyone moved a little away from the group, so that they could read semi-privately.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Every chapter will be a different letter, so if you have any requests, just send me a PM. I'll be posting some of the letters tonight. Oh and I will post the will, too, just not today.