Dear Frederick Gideon Weasely,

I honestly don't even know how or where to begin. I guess I should start by saying that losing you is the worst thing to ever happen to me and I don't know how to keep going. From the moment I met you, I knew that you were something special. You always had a smile on your face and never failed to put one on someone else's. Whenever Ronald was being particularly annoying or getting on my nerves, you were always there to cheer me up and make me forget about him. I know this might sound cheesy, but whenever I was with you it was as if we were the only two people in the world. We both came from two completely different families, but we put the everything aside and defied odds. We fought in this war to ensure that no one was ever discriminated based on blood type, and so that blood purity didn't defy who you are or who you can be associated with. This war brought both light and dark to us. The war was won, and Voldemort was defeated! Because of our efforts we were able to finally be together. Only we weren't. We were supposed to have our happily ever after… only we couldn't. You weren't there. Because of some stupid death eaters, we weren't able to have our happily ever after. Because of some stupid blood status, we couldn't be together without being harassed. Because of Voldemort, I lost the only thing worth living for in my life. I lost you. I know it may seem selfish of me to be grieving over you more than your own family, but I didn't care because I lost my whole world that frightful night. The rest of the Weasley's were basically obligated to be grieving over losing you because you are all family. But I wasn't obligated by any means really, I was just Ron's best friend and your secret girlfriend. Nobody knew at first why I was so upset. Everybody thought that I was just overly emotional. Nobody knew it was because we were dating and I lost my better half. Because of Voldemort we had to keep our relationship hidden so much, that not even George or Harry could know. After months of constant tears and being locked in your room at The Burrow, I finally let someone in. Harry had been extremely concerned about my wellbeing, so after four months of solitary confinement I opened the door for him. I didn't say anything and neither did Harry at first, he simply pulled me into a tight embrace and let me cry on his shoulder. As much as I had tried to stop my tears, I couldn't. I couldn't live a life without you. Finally I had allowed Harry to give me a calming drought. Once my tears had subsided I told Harry about us. I told him how we started going out, how we had to sneak around at Hogwarts to not be caught by Umbridge. I told him everything from our nightly escapades at the astronomy tower, to our first time. Telling Harry about you, I realized, helped me drastically. By talking about you I was able to accept the fact that you were truly gone. You gave your life to end a war and you will be forever respected for it. Your memory will continue to live on for years to come through Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The Weasley bunch will be sure to never let our times with you fade, and will be passed down for generations. Fred Weasley, I will forever miss you and continue to love you until the end of time. I cannot wait until we may meet again.

With all my heart,

Hermione Jean Granger

P.S.

Your legacy will be continued in your son, Fred Weasley II.

P.P.S

Oops forgot to tell you, I'm pregnant.