Written for the The Summer 2013 Wizarding Modly Forum-Wide Comp of Awesomeness using the prompt:
Pass notes to your classmates. Tell a story entirely through letters/notes/articles/textbooks etc - no normal narrative allowed! Stipulation: include a Slytherin character at some point, either as a mere mention or one of the main characters. Even Professor Scrunchy will catch you passing notes if you aren't sneaky enough! Your maximum word count is 1,200 words.
5 bonus points are available to any student who: segments their story with date and time headings at least three times. Any of the studious Ravenclaws to take part receive an automatic bonus of 1.
I would like to be PM'd my score out of twenty. My word count is 1,283 words. I'm sorry that i went over the limit! I'm in Ravenclaw house and i haven't gotten a wand yet.
April 1, 1999, 5:24 PM
Dear Fred,
It's been almost a year since the battle ended. Almost a year since you died. It's kind of hard to write this letter. Right after you died, I went a bit crazy I guess. Not talking, not eating. I wouldn't believe that you were dead. They (our great big meddling family) kept telling me to laugh, that you would have wanted that. How could they know? I still haven't laughed since the battle. But really, who can blame me? You should hear the so called jokes Ron and Harry come up with. Nobody would laugh at them! Even if you drank a laughing potion! I don't know, maybe I'll start making jokes again. It'll help Mum. She's the only one who was worse off then me about your death. She didn't cook for at least a week after we went back to the Burrow. Lucky thing Harry let us have Kreacher cook for us, otherwise we would have starved. Nobody can cook in this house except Mum. She's a lot better now, so am I, but she's sad, we all are.
I haven't been back to the shop. Ron and wait for it… Percy, have been cleaning it out and organizing it for me. Who would have thought uptight Percy would set foot in a joke shop. Anyway, they're forcing me to open it up within the month. It'll be different without you though, you had the best ideas.
Well, got to go Mums calling us for dinner. I'll write later, it's supposed to "help me overcome my sadness" according to Hermione's muggle doctor. It sounds like a load of Hippogriff dung to me, but I'm giving it a try. Mums going to make me write at least two more of these letters.
Love, George
August 19, 1999, 4:00 PM
Ok, it's been a long time since I wrote you last. Things have been so busy around here. I've been working on getting the joke shop back up, helping at home, so on and so forth. I had kind of hoped Mum had forgotten about these letters I was supposed too write. It's not that I don't want to write to you, I do. But it's hard knowing that I will never send them because you won't write back. I wish you were here so I didn't have to write these letters! I really wish that, with all my heart. But anyway, let me get you up to speed. The anniversary of the battle (and your death) passed, oh, months ago. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. It was kind of nice to see everybody, all the DA and the Order. Until I began searching for all the missing faces. You, Remus, Tonks, Colin. I saw Malfoy there to. Would you believe I almost felt sorry for him? He was standing all alone. But I didn't go over to him. I couldn't bring myself to. That was too much, I had to leave. I think Harry left too, because they kept asking him to make speeches. Would you believe it Freddie? The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One; not wanting to be on the front page! Harry managed to stay out of the papers for about a year, until he proposed to Ginny. She said yes of course. Mum's having a field day planning the wedding. It's going to be in about three months I think. I've promised not to embarrass either of them.
I've saved the best news for last. I'm dating. I met her for the first time in a year at the anniversary of the battle. Angelina Johnson. Would you believe she liked me all those years at Hogwarts? I always thought she was in love with you. She followed me after I left. We talked. For the first time since you died, I had a conversation where you didn't come up. Forgive me Freddie. I didn't want to depress her. Anyway, I laughed at some stupid jokes she made. I've always thought pranks were funnier, but the way she told the jokes, even Percy would have laughed. We've been dating for three months now. I'm thinking off proposing, but I think I'll wait till our dear sisters wedding is over. Two Weasley weddings might over excite Mum. I'll write again should anything else come up. I may actually be enjoying this, though I wish you were here so I could just talk to you.
Love, George
April 1, 2004, 4:13 AM
Fred, Angie just had a baby, her baby, my baby, our; oh forget it! I just had to tell you. It's a boy. He has the famous Weasley hair. He looks just like we did as babies, according to pictures and Mums cooing. Angie and I decided on a name already. Fred Weasley II. Does that sound good? It's a great name for him to carry. I hope you approve. All our brothers "saved" the name for me. They seemed to think I would want to be the one to name my son in honor of you, seeing as we're twins. They were right. I never would have thought our brothers would be so considerate. Ginny must've talked to them about it.
On another note, Mum found my letters and got upset because kept writing about you in the present tense. Since when is she an English teacher? And anyway, according to Hermione's book these letters are "private ways to express your feelings". Private Mum, you hear me? Back to what I was saying before, you always will be my twin, and my brother. Even if you're dead you still are. And it hurts too much to write about you in past tense, as if you are nothing now.
I have to go, Angie's calling me, saying I need to come hold my son and get my mother away from him. Write you soon.
Love, George
June 7, 2010, 3:45 PM
I haven't written you a letter in years; I started keeping a diary instead. So much has been going on, I've had a daughter (Sorry Angie, we've had a daughter), the shop is busy, the kids are in school. I just couldn't find time to write a real letter, there was barely even time to jot down something quick in a journal! Moving on, I'm going to send this letter. I never thought I would, but something inside me is telling me I should. You? I don't know where you are Freddie. Heaven, an alternate universe (wouldn't that be cool!). Somewhere else entirely?
I don't know, maybe I never will. I'm mailing you my letters, Fred, and my diary. I'll put them in a package and address it to Fred Weasley, Two Eared Twin. Hopefully it will find you. The owls always manage to deliver their messages. And if it doesn't get to you, I'll see you someday Fred. I used to hope that I would be back with you quickly, those days right after you died. But now I want to stay, see Fred II and Roxie (my daughter) grow. You don't mind do you?
Love forever and always; your twin, Holey George
P.S. These letters really did help. Not that I'd admit it to Hermione, Angie, or Mum.
