Dear Fred,

George suggested I write this letter. Mum told him to write one, and he said it helped. Even though you can never read it, and he "can't see your reaction to it." George told our brothers, me, Harry, and Hermione this last night, when the others were in bed. I have to admit, it was nice to be all together. It was all George's idea, he wanted to make sure we would be alright the next day. We all got together without the parents, a sibling gathering (of course, we all consider Harry and Hermione to be part of the family, and you already knew that) before the funeral. It didn't feel quite right without you though, and we could all feel it. It was like a huge chunk was missing where you should be.

It's the day of your funeral, and nobody can stop thinking about that terrible night. Everyone misses you, and nothing has been the same. It should be a time of celebration- Voldemort has been defeated, the Death Eaters and other Dark things stamped out. But it's not like that. Everyone feels, though nobody says it out loud, like it would be indecent to celebrate. Any sort of celebration seems impossible with out you, Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye, and everyone else. It was never a party with out you, Fred. You and George were the life of a party, cracking jokes, smuggling food, and making everyone laugh. It hurts to know that we will never hear your laugh again, as if you and George just pranked someone.

I always admired your bravery and nerve, the way you never let anyone or anything get to you. You and George were role models to me, and, though he'd probably never admit it, to Ron. You were always willing to stand up for what you believed in, and for the people you loved, no matter what the cost to you. You gave your life for the protection of so many others, as we would have done, and did, for you. You did what you wanted, you never let anyone get in the way of your plans, not even Mum.

George is a wreck, none of us have ever seen him like this. He hardly leaves your room, and only eats if someone makes him. He can't even say "He's gone" or anything of the sort. It probably doesn't help that we keep calling him Fred by accident, like we always have. He used to laugh about it, as did you, and play the Who's Who game with all of us. It got on all our nerves sometimes (except maybe Harry's, he could always tell you two apart), but now that you're gone we realize how much all that meant to us, how much it was part of our lives.

I'll be honest, Fred. It's not just George who's hurting. It's all of us, myself included. I still can't believe that you are gone, and never coming back. That I will never hear your laugh again, or walk into a room to find that you have pranked someone.

Love,

Ginny