Disclaimer: All characters are JK Rowling's, however much I wish otherwise ;)

George,

I'll start this the way everyone seems to. If you're reading this then I guess it's happened. I'm gone. I hate writing those words, sitting here not knowing when it happened, or how (although I'm glad I don't know the 'how'), or even who else will have gone the same way as me. But let's not dwell on that Georgie, right?! Chin up, brother, you've got to keep our wondrous humour and dashing good looks plain for the world to see. I can't let you drag the side down.

I'm writing this in the back room of the shop. I know you won't burst in here just yet because you've got Ron to contend with at the minute. He's come back for another go at trying to get a brotherly discount and you're both as stubborn as each other so I know I've got time. In all honesty George I don't really know what made me write this. I don't even know what to write. It's just I can tell things are heating up and whatever it is that's coming is starting. And I can't leave you with nothing; even I know wars aren't convenient and sod's law there'll be no warning. No goodbye. So this is it, in advance.
Jeez, when did I become so morbid George? I fucking hate this. I hate all of this. I hate that I have to write this. I hate that I have to say goodbye and I don't know if I even have to or at what point it will become necessary. C'est la vie, I guess. Well who would have thought? Some of Fleur's French did rub off after all.

I've decided to hide this under the floorboards in our old room back home in the Burrow where we used to hide all our first inventions from Mum. But of course you know that, you found this letter didn't you?! If you hadn't before Georgie, you can really tell I'm clutching at straws at what to say. This isn't what I had in mind for my lunch hour, I'll be honest.
It's weird thinking of back then. I've never been one for reminiscing. Don't worry though, I'm not going all sentimental on you. Just casually thinking of the days when Charlie still beat us at Quidditch practice in the garden. The time when Percy wasn't a tosser. Actually, scratch that; even I don't remember those times (if they existed.)

Anyway Georgie, I can imagine you now reading this saying 'come on Fred, wrap this up now' and I'll be the first to admit that this is more than I ever wrote for a Hogwarts essay but bear with me, I'm almost there.
I guess this is the main point of why I started this. Thank you, George. If I'm right and this is it and this is the last thing you'll ever hear from me, I want you to know that these twenty years of being half of 'Fred and George' have been, well...I actually don't even know what words properly sum up what I'm trying to say (we always knew I was the loquacious one but you always had the better words at hand). I'm sure you know what it is I'm thinking though; that twin connection has its benefits, eh?! But it's meant everything to me George. More than I can ever say.
I don't know whether you'll have found this sooner or later. Either way I hope it helps in some way. Hell, I know I'd need something if this was the other way round. Maybe you're already old and can barely remember your name. In which case George, it's George! And just in case you've already forgotten this as well, I'm Fred. Hi! I'm just glad I got to see you as an old man that time in our sixth year. At least we had that once.

And there we go. I've run out of words now. Not to mention I've now also run out of my lunch break. This is it. I'll see you soon George. Well, not too soon I hope. Take your time. I've got an infinity left to fill. I can wait.

And don't forget, mischief isn't totally managed for 'Fred and George' yet. This is just our hiatus.

Fred