Fred,
It's been three years, Gred dearest, three years since you left. Happy birthday. I hope you're having a great big party with Harry's parents, Moody, Lupin, Tonks, and everybody else you're with right now. Mum suggested, since I can't get you a gift, on writing this letter to you. I think it's a good idea: no doubt you've been keeping up with the Weasley doings, but I think summing up all that's happened is enough – that way, you'll never forget.
We won. The war. Obviously – if we hadn't and we still lost you, it'd be even worse than it is now. I know it's a depressing topic and all, and you most definitely don't want depression, but there's something to be said when your own mother can't look at you and couldn't until two years later. And when she calls you Fred and bursts out crying... It's terrible. I know you – you'd want us to get on with our lives. But Fred, I can't. You are my partner in crime and most everything I did involved you. I can't continue on with things we did together. Example – our joke shop. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is still going on strong, with Ron and Hannah helping, business is even better than it was before, but it's not the same. Nothing's the same without you, Fred, and I speak for everyone when I say that.
Including Cassie. We're both terrible messes without you. I'm losing my twin brother and she's losing her husband – who didn't know she was pregnant. I'll let that sink in for a little before going on. So not just one kid – not twins like us – triplets. Three children, three years old now, not ever having met their father. Mum, Dad, and everyone else is supporting her and helping take care of the kids, though. They're named Remus, Nymphadora, and Fred – that makes three Freds in the family! They all take after you – and I, but – and they're adorable. Honestly, I'm sorry you weren't able to watch your kids and my twins grow up.
Off of the depressing topics for a while. You know how we always went after Ron about fancying Hermione? (Because ickle Ronniekins never was any good at hiding his emotions). They're engaged. Happened yesterday, in fact – she actually thought it was an early April Fool's joke. It was hilarious, really, Ron stuttering like mad and Hermione looking ready to faint. She, of course, said yes, and now they're downstairs and quite happy. Nobody's surprised – finally, right?
Speaking of everybody, they're all good. Hannah and I've bought a larger house now – it's gorgeous, and with Roxanne and Fred almost at five years old, acting like us, we definitely need that extra space. Roxanne and Fred are also doing brilliantly, and Fred already shows the greatest interest in Quidditch. I love it – he's definitely growing up to be a wonderful Quidditch player.
Well, Mum's calling me and I can hear Hannah and Roxanne coming upstairs. We haven't done any celebrations yet, so that's probably why. It feels wrong to celebrate, but again, I know you'd want it that way. But don't worry – I won't forget to blow out the candles for you.
I love you,
George
A/N: Shortest letter ever. It was two pages long in my notebook, though. Funny how computers always make it shorter. But, ah, well, I didn't really know what more to put into this, and I think that was a good place to end.
For those of you who aren't Cassie and Hannah – Cassie is Fred's wife, and Hannah is George's wife. Roxanne and Fred are George's kids, if that wasn't made clear. I, personally, wanted to include them into this, and I feel it made a more emotional part in the story for Fred to have a wife and kids.
But yes! I hope you enjoyed, and remember – reviews make the world go round.
