Dear Fred

by GhostDog401

Post 7th Book George writes a letter to Fred, "I try to avoid mirrors now a days, because every time I see my reflection I don't see myself anymore, I see you. I wish you were still here, I wish that you hadn't left us, hadn't left me. I know it's selfish, but you were my brother and my best friend, we did everything together and suddenly I can't anymore."

Dear Fred,

I don't know why I'm writing this, maybe I think it will make me feel better, maybe I'm just finally going psych-o, either way I'm writing it.

It's been a month, but I'm still not used to it. I still turn over to the bed next to mine to tell you something expecting you to be there, only you're not, and you never will be.

Sometimes I still say Fred and I or call myself Feorge and everything gets quiet, everyone looks away, away from me.

I try to avoid mirrors now a days, because every time I see my reflection I don't see myself anymore, I see you.

I wish you were still here, I wish that you hadn't left us, hadn't left me. I know it's selfish, but you were my brother and my best friend, we did everything together and suddenly I can't do stuff with you anymore anymore.

I still have your sweatshirt, it's under my bed in a box, as if one day you'll come back and I'll be able to give it to you. Crazy I know.

I don't sleep very well anymore, every time I close my eyes I see you, lying on that stupid cot. Your eyes staring out, but not seeing and it reminds me that you're gone.

You're gone forever, no matter how many times I think it, say it, write it, it doesn't seem right.

Do you remember the time when we managed to send Ginny a toilet seat? She still has it, hung it on her wall, and refuses to take it down even though it makes her cry.

Harry blames himself.

Percy wishes it was him, part of me does too.

Ron and Ginny never fight anymore, because I always add in my sarcastic comment and then there's a silence as we wait for you to finish my sentance, even though you can't and never will.

Mum tries to act strong, but she cries at night.

Dad's buried himself in his work.

Billy and Charlie don't fly much anymore, because we can't say the word Bludgers anymore without thinking of you.

April 1st doesn't make me smile anymore, because no one laughs at my jokes like you did, no ones there to help me pull pranks.

Everything's just fallen apart without you.

I miss you so much.

I keep remembering how I didn't get to say good-bye, that I'll never get that one last prank, or hear you laugh again.

I miss you.

I miss you.

I miss you.

~George

P.S. I miss you

So this was inspired by multiple Youtube videos, and DeviantART work.

This is a letter from George to Fred, telling him how much he missed him.

May you Rest in Peace Fred Weasly you will be missed.