Dead. He's dead. The laughing face, that's all I see now. Your face.
Percy had told a joke, remember? And both you and I had laughed.
You died laughing Fred, probably the only way a prankster can go.
But you've left me here, all alone.
A twin with out his twin is nothing.
I am nothing without you Fred.
Just one half of the Weasley duo.
There's a gaping hole here now Fred, and I'm not talking about my ear hole.
I'd give my other ear to have you back.
Can you hear me Fred?
Can't you comfort me? Make a joke at my expense?
Make me feel better; say it's okay.
Is it really though? You can't heal, can't move on. Scars like that last forever, and this is bigger than any lightning scar.
He's dead Fred. You-know-who. Harry did it. We can finally say his name.
Lord Voldermort.
I said it Fred, and you're not here with me to see it.
Can you hear me Fred?
If you can, where ever you are,
Give him hell from us.
Mischief Managed Freddie.