*3 years after the battle*
Dear Freddie,
I'm so lost without you, beyond lost actually.
All my life I've had you beside me, whether it was planning out our next prank, getting detention for pulling a prank or receiving an angry howler off of mum for planning a prank that would obviously get us detention.
You were always there grinning your *our?* devishly handsome smile, the permanent mischievous sparkling in your *our?* eyes.
Every time something good eventful happens I always turn out of habit to talk to you about it. Now I just see an empty space -or another person- where once you used to stand. Together til the end.. Ha that plan turned out well didn't it?
Hell I can't even look in the mirror anymore, every time I do I just end up crying. I guess I finally found a negative about being identical.
I just wish I had one last chance to see you, hug you, to hear one of your pathetic jokes followed by your infectious laugh..
I'd honestly give anything, you could even have my remaining ear for merlins sake!
This is going to sound quite disturbing but the day of your funeral really helped me a lot. The amount of crying people that came to pay their respects a day fairwells made me realize just how many people's lives you had an impact on.
Ron's doing his best bless him, helping out around the shop whenever he's free (he and Harry started their second year of Auror training back in March). Even Percy is doing his part. I think he feels guilty to be honest, like he could've prevented you from dy- going.
I have something important to tell you, something that I -we- wanted to tell you first. You're going to be an Uncle. Well I know technically you already are with Victoire but what I mean is that Angelina is pregnant, just passed 3 weeks actually. No one else knows yet since it's still early days but we'll tell them shortly.
I'm so nervous I can't begin to tell you. What if the baby comes out deformed or worse?! I don't think this family can handle another Percy!
I'm hoping for you're causing a riot up there, because I swear if I find that all the holy angel shit has turned you boring I will go ape-shit when I see you.
And yes it's a matter of when not if. Because we will be reunited someday. I promise.
I miss you so much it hurts. Like I said I would do anything to have the chance to see you again but it guess for now I'll have time make do with the fact that you're up there looking after all of us. Hope I'm making you proud.
P.s: Almost forgot, Ginny and Harry returned from their honeymoon last week (they seemed to have had...fun). Anyways, when they came back Ginny received a letter confirming that she'd been made chaser for the Holywood Harpies after being in the reserve team for god-knows-how long. Ron finally grew a pair of balls (about bloody time!) and proposed to Hermione, she -of course- said yes. Mum is in her element now that there's another wedding to take other *cough* I mean help organise. Oh and speaking of Mum, she's finally got her cook book published. I think you'll like the title... "Freddie's favourites".
Until we meet again my Freddie,
Love you more than words can explain.
Georgie ;)
George smiled fondly at the grave of his lost twin at he lay the letter against the headstone along with a packet of nosebleed nougats knowing fine well that he'd be most likely be returning in a weeks time to keep Fred updated on everything.
Not even death can separate us, George thought.
Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. 3 excuses:
1. I'm ill and spent majority of last night coughing my guts out.
2. I typed this out on my tablet for the first time ever instead of my laptop.
3. It's 12:15am here.
...Kai night darlings!
