They say that time heals all wounds. I don't think that's true. If anything, time makes us realise how wounded we really are. When I first lost you it was a terrible, sharp pain. As if my heart had been ripped out. Now, years later, my heart has been slowly put back together, but it is covered in tiny holes and each tiny hole bleeds. Many small wounds are actually worse than one large one, because it drains a person slowly. Time didn't heal me---it emphasized the gravity of the loss.

They say that identical twins are almost the same person. Then tell me, how can I go on when half of me is missing? You were my brother, friend, and partner in crime. Without you I don't know how to be myself.

To the outside world, I put on a brave face. I continued the shop in your memory, but my heart isn't in it anymore. I have not laughed in a long time. Without you, jokes just aren't funny anymore.

I know you would want me to move on---and I have. I don't sit around moping. I'm married and have children. There's a part of me that hangs on though that clings to your memory.

You taught me how to be funny. I perfected practical jokes because I knew they would make you laugh. With so many kids in the family, we had to stick together. We may have drove Mum crazy, but it was worth it.

There was something I never told you. I always thought you were the imaginative one, and I was just riding on your coattails. Also, I was incredibly jealous when you asked Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball.

Now don't go getting a big head, I taught you a few things too. You wouldn't have gotten far without me either. We were a duo, and duos shouldn't be split up.

I just wanted a chance to say all the things I've been keeping bottled up, and the things I never said.

In short, I'm very proud of you Fred, and I miss you more than words can express.

Oh and by the way, I finally figured out the recipe for the self-erasing books. You were right, they were a hit.

Love, George

George Weasley read the letter over a few times. Then, tears streaming down his face, crumpled it up and threw it in the fire.