UPDATE (21/5/15): Hi, sorry... I just wanted to say that I think my writing has improved since this chapter, and I wrote this when I was way younger (published when I got an account), and I'm sorry if the Penelope thing is really cliché... I didn't think of that, and I realised after I posted it, but anyway...

AN: So hey, second story. Not too long after the first one. Just saying, a lot of my stories so far were written previously, or when I was younger, so I will be posting the ones which aren't horridiously cliché or awful. I was reading one of my Marauder ones, and I almost cried, Lily was such a Mary-Sue. Anyway...

DISCLAIMER: I own Har-*J.K. Rowling shoves veritaserum down my throat*
ME: I don't own Harry Potter, or any franchise.

Dear Freddie,

Everything has just collapsed round here. Everyone is a wreck. And you know who I blame? It's my fault. If I hadn't... your final words... they haunt me so much. You'd really never heard me joke for ages? What were you going to say? What was the end of that last sentence? I guess we'll never know... we all need you. The pain everyone went through when we saw your... body. Mum meant it to be just a small affair, a small affair with family and friends... but she obviously never realised how many friends you had.

We knew exactly how you wanted it to be. Surprisingly, George managed to say his speech. It consisted of a lot of memories. It's not healthy for him. We've all been mourning- but especially George. There were too many tears. You'd be amazed- you know who turned up for your funeral?

There were your sibilings and family- even Great Aunt Muriel. Harry. Hermione. Fleur- though she's family. Talking about that- Ron and Hermione are engaged. I guess it's a good thing- happiness in this time- but I caught George crying after. I went into your- his room now- and asked him what was wrong. He told me about the bet. The bet you and George and Lee Jordan had against Bill, Charlie and Fleur. The one about who would get engaged first- Ron and Hermione or Ginny and Harry. You won- but there was no you to share it with. But your funeral- seriously. There was not only your family, but:

McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Andromeda Tonks, Mundungus Fletcher, Nearly Headless Nick, Peeves, students... endless and endless. There was no disruption. Barely any dry eye. Including mine. I thought of all our memories...

I was 11 and you were 9. I was going to Hogwarts and the two of you were dismayed, saying 'there's no one but Ron to prank, and he gets boring!' I should have been offended, but that was one of the only times anyone has ever mentioned the fact that I might not be boring. I left elated.

My first week of Hogwarts- when the two of you sent me a howler. Chasing you endlessly round school. Congratulating you in your Quidditch...

Right now, about us. I shall never forgive myself for not talking to you before, you died knowing nothing about me. And you would never find out. I broke up with Penelope after I argued with you. She agreed with you, not me. With Dumbledore. Then... in the war, I found her... and she died in my arms. Freddie, life's too tough. The price was too high. I miss the time when we had nothing to worry about.

Your hand was pointing to lost for about a month. These past few months- it's just been following George round. I guess it just shows you're most in his soul. This letter has made me feel better now. I've told someone. I've told the person who I most need to tell.

Your brother, Percy.

Or Bighead Boy.

Or Percy the Prefect.

Or Percy the Ministry loving prat.

AN: So... how did you like it? Sad? Hilarious? Pretentious? Comment, follow and favourite please!