Dear George,
For so long I told you everything, you were all I had. I thought we had something that nothing could break, that time itself would bow down to. I was truly foolish to believe that and I was even more foolish to believe that we would both survive for a time. Brotherhood, it is not unbreakable.
What I have learned is what has compelled me to write this letter. George, I do not think I am going to make it through this. I wasn't made to fight, I was made for joking around and having crazy ideas, you, you were the one with the brilliant strategies. You, you are meant to go on I, well, am not.
George in time you will have to learn how to be yourself without me always being around. It will hurt and you won't want to let go but you must. At one point you must learn who you are without me. Even if I do not survive I too will have to learn how to be a single person no longer of a pair, lumped together for everything.
If I have learned anything this year, it is that nothing can be expected or planned for because something down the road is going to screw everything up anyway. So George, do not always be afraid of the future.
I love you,
Fred Weasley
Fred signed off the letter he was writing when George barged into their room and said three words.
"It is time."
Fred took one last glance at the room knowing this would be the last time he saw it. He then tucked the letter into his pillow. He then followed his twin brother down the stairs and towards the final stand against Voldemort. He felt his heart break in two when he saw the look on his brother's face, he knew too that one of them would not return.
George flung himself at the bed. How could his twin be gone? As he pulled the pillow in closer to him a piece of parchment fell out. In curiosity and the need to know what his brother was hiding he opened the letter and read the first sentence.
Dear George,...