May 9th-1998
I'm writing this because mom told me to. She said it might help me get over your death.
On every page in this diary, I am going to be writing to you. So if you can see this, Fred, I just want you to know that I miss you so much. Nothing is the same, and it's only been a week. I'm tearing up thinking about the fact that this will be my life now, because everything has changed.
We're back at the Burrow, but it doesn't feel like home.
Charlie won't go back Romania. He just walks around the garden all day.
Bill actually let mom cut his hair, and trust me, he looks pretty weird.
Not even Percy is the same. Even he cries everyday. He blames himself, because he couldn't save you from the explosion.
Ron is also devastated, crying himself to sleep every night. Everyone is...
Earlier today, I saw Ginny sitting on the couch, crying, saying she needed her family back. I agree with her.
We're not ourselves without you. Everyone has stopped seeing us as the happy Weasley's, because that isn't us anymore. We're the sobbing wizard family, constantly crying and mourning.
Everyone's miserable. We need the other part of the dynamic duo here.
I just want you back here right now...