A/N: After reading a link posted by cool KBOW writer, MelodyPond77 (Mel), I decided to write a little drabble collection about life at the Burrow without Fred. They are not written in any specific order. The notes are taken from a tumblr called letterstomrpotter, so you check them out as well.

This is also a submission for:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Hogwarts Scavenger Hunt - Arthur Weasley

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the list 12 Notes for Fred. But the stories I'm making from them are mine.

Today was a special day in the Burrow as it marked another milestone in the family: Dad's 59th birthday. Man, the guy was getting on in years. His hair was definitely thinner than it was last year, and he was getting a bit wider around the mid-region from Mum's cooking, but he still looked like my Dad all the same and I was happy to be celebrating the day with my family.

I came down the stairs after Ron for Dad's special birthday dinner. Mum was cooking all his favourites and then we would sing Happy Birthday and eat chocolate cake. A good way to celebrate a birthday if I do say so myself.

We all sat down at the table: Ron, Ginny, Bill, Fleur, Harry, Hermione and Percy. Charlie couldn't make it this year but he sent his love.

Mum entered the dining room and placed the last dish on the table. She looked around at the full table and then asked, "Where's Fred?"

All the lively chatter in the room stopped as we looked between Mum and the permanently empty chair on my left. No one sat in that chair for it wasn't their place, but until Mum drew attention to it, we hadn't even noticed.

I could see the shattering in my Mum's eyes before she actually fell to the floor. Dad rushed out of his chair to catch her, while the rest of us ran around her as she continued to wail. I could see the tears welling in the girls' eyes as well, and the sad frowns on my brothers and Harry's face. Everyone wanted to collapse, just like Mum, but they were still standing.

But I couldn't tear up. I could not frown. I could not collapse. I had to be strong. For all of them. For Mum. For Fred.

The birthday celebration was forgotten, the food cooled and the spirits gone as we all comforted Mum in the next room. It took awhile to get her to stop crying. Nothing we said really got her to stop, but eventually there were no more tears to shed. All the tears in the world would not bring Fred back. When we returned to the table, dinner had been a somber occasion. Everyone kept glancing at the empty chair before quickly looking away. The chair that would never be filled.

We miss you, Fred.