DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling owns all of Harry Potter.

Dear Freddie,

I miss you. I miss you so much. When I saw you that night, I felt my heart rip in two. I knew in that split-second that you had taken a piece of my soul with you. I wish that it could have been me and not you. It's been exactly one year and I still feel like there's a hole in my chest. I don't know if I'll ever be able to be truly happy again.

I still remember our first year at Hogwarts. I was so nervous to run through the barrier, but you took my arm and told me that it would be okay. I remember looking into your eyes and feeling instantly calm. You helped me through that barrier, just like you've helped me through every single barrier that I've faced my entire life. Yet, the biggest barrier of all is the one that you aren't here to guide me through. Once we got through that stone wall, you turned to me and said, "See Georgie? We'll both be fine as long as we're together."

I'm not fine, Freddie.

I promised Mum that I would go out and do something; that I would attempt to run the shop by myself instead of leaving it to Angelina. But how am I supposed to do that when part of my soul has been ripped out of me and will never be replaced? I didn't go to the Burrow for Christmas. I tried, but when I got there I saw our brooms and I couldn't take another step. I knew that if I stayed in our old room, I would just end up screaming from the nightmares again. They've finally stopped; did I tell you that in my last letter? I can't remember, everything seems to slip away from me. Anyways, they stopped. I stopped replaying that night where I saw you in the Great Hall. It's finally… Finally… Shit. I miss you so much, Freddie.

Why couldn't it have been me? Maybe you would still be here; I don't know what to do without you. We promised that we would always be there for each other. I hope I see you soon.

Bye, Freddie. I love you.

Love, Georgie

A/N:

So... I had to get this out of my system. I just put my emotions from Fred's death (which I've been harvesting ever since I read DH for the first time) and made it into a letter from George to Fred. I might end up writing a "sequal" to it. Like a letter from Fred to George. Or maybe a follow up on how George's life is going.

Please review! That might influence whether I write another letter.

OnlyPureBlood, over and out :(

P.S. I cried while writing this. Pathetic.