I just wanted to write some feels stuff for HP... Contains my OC, Jordan, who was Fred's best friend before he was killed in the Final Battle.
No warnings except there are some tears, angst, fluff, and stuff that might make you cry.
Enjoy and R&R!


Dear Fred;

I don't see the sense in this. Mum and Jordan both say I should write you a letter. I don't know why. They say it'll make me feel better, but I don't know how, since you'll never read it and I'll never see your reaction to it, but I'm writing all the same.

I miss you. I knew it would hurt-you were my better half, of course-but I didn't think it would hurt this much. I love you. I never said that a lot. You didn't, either. But I think we both knew it. But I want to say it now. I love you.

I can't say it enough, it seems. Saying it won't bring you back, and maybe it's too late to be saying it now, but I am. I do love you, Freddie. With all of my heart.

The joke shop's flourishing. It's booming like never before. Jordan's still helping out, and so are Ron and Hermione, but it's not the same. I was doing inventory the other day and I found that Fanged Frisbee you lost-the one we were throwing in the back room, and when you hit the light switch with it, it shot off and hit you in the head, and when you came to, we couldn't find it? Yeah, I found that one. I just broke down when I saw it. Jordan said she'd never seen me cry like that.

I miss you so much. It hurts so, so much. I haven't been myself since you've gone. I've also noticed-I haven't been able to produce a Patronus anymore. I guess it's because you took all the happy memories with you when you left.

I guess Mum and Jordan were kind of right. I feel a little better, even though you'll never read this. I guess I'll keep it. I love you, Freddie.

George.

~*~*~Time Skip~*~

The next morning, George woke up to find a rolled up piece of parchment on his nightstand. Drowsily, he sat up and unrolled it. The narrow handwriting was so familiar, he had to read through his tears. It was short and quick, but it meant more to him than any long letter could have.

Georgie;

Don't miss me. Please. I'm okay.

As for your Patronus problem, just think about what we did during the fifth-year O.W.L. exams in our seventh year.

I love you too. Don't cry for me.

Love, Your Better Half.