AN: Hi, readers... this is a sadder story I have. These are George's letters to Fred after his death. I hope you enjoy - well, enjoy isn't a good choice of wording to use, so I hope this is a good start in your eyes. It will continue on. Reviews are appreciated when possible. Thank you :)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any piece of the Harry Potter franchise, nor am I JK Rowling. I claim no legal rights to the series.

Dear Fred,

It's me, George. I know this probably seems a bit silly, but Mum thinks that writing to you will help me cope. I know she means well and all, but she doesn't really know what it's like to lose her twin brother. Sure, she lost her twin brothers in the first war, but it's really not the same.

Anyways, today is our twenty first birthday, and Mum's a wreck. She accidentally wrote "Fred and George" on the cake, and got all teary-eyed before she left the room so I wouldn't see her cry. Bill threw the cake away, and Charlie and Percy lit it on fire in the rubbish bin. Talk about a happy birthday.

It's weird, having a birthday without you, Freddie. Birthdays for twins aren't supposed to be celebrated by only one of them. It's like it's not even a celebration, it's more mourning. But really, I don't mind, because birthdays never meant much anyways. Just a year closer to dying…

I remember when we were littler, and our birthday was for pulling pranks and getting away with it because Mum and Dad always said it was our special day. Personally, I think we didn't get in any trouble for it because they felt bad about not being able to get us lots of toys, but it doesn't matter anymore. I don't like to make jokes anymore, not alone. It's too soon for that.

A lot's changed since you've left us all, Fred. Bill and Fleur are having a baby soon, Fleur's nearly the size of the Burrow, but I don't dare tell her so. Charlie told me that pregnant women are more irritable than a hungry dragon (I wonder why he knows that, since he hasn't got a girlfriend or anything, maybe Romania's not as boring as he says?) and I really don't want to get on her bad side.

Charlie's been spending a lot more time home since May, probably to make Mum feel better, I'd expect. She likes having us all close, ever since you died. It's not like I don't understand why.

Percy hasn't been such a prat lately, and he's been living at home in his old room, but isn't cooped up in there all day like he was before. He's got himself a girlfriend now, some blonde girl named Audrey that was in Ravenclaw at Hogwarts. I like her, I suppose, and she makes Percy seem almost normal, so I guess she isn't too terrible.

Ickle Ronniekins finally owned up to fancying Hermione, and they've hardly stopped snogging since. Hermione basically lives with us, and she's supposed to share Ginny's room, but me and Charlie know that her and Harry trade rooms every night, and she stays with Ron while Harry's with Ginny. Ron's just started training to be an Auror a few months back, but he comes home every night in time for dinner.

Speaking of Ginny, baby sister just got drafted by the Holyhead Harpies, which I think is quite impressive. Mum and Dad say she has to finish her last two months at Hogwarts first, and then she can go join up with them. Sometimes I wonder if we could've been professional beaters, an unstoppable duo on the pitch.

Harry and Ginny are still together, inseparable since last May, and he's in Auror training too. Him and Ron reckon that they can be done and in the field rounding up the last of the Death Eaters by next September. He's living with us, like I said before, and Mum and Dad treat him like a seventh son. Don't worry, Freddie, I know that they're not replacing you with Harry Potter.

I never expected this letter to be so easy to write, but I feel like I'm just telling you everything, getting it all off of my chest, and you're just sitting across from me listening patiently. The only tough part is that you aren't going to answer, or give me advice on what to do. Sometimes I slip up and talk like you're standing right beside me still, and Mum has a fit and runs out to the garden where she thinks we can't hear, but we can.

It's been tough, Fred, I won't lie. I've never felt so empty, and I don't think that I'll ever really be whole again. Being half of a matched set for twenty years makes it hard to be on your own. No one's here to finish my sentences anymore, or brainstorm ideas for the joke shop (business is going wild right now, by the way) and I just miss you.

I miss you more than anything.

I'd give my other ear to have you back, Fred. I'd give anything to have you back. Now I'm starting to cry, blimey, I'm a wuss. I think I'm going to go now. Your grave needs some sprucing up.

I love you, Fred. More than anything. I miss you, and I love you. Happy birthday.

Love your twin brother,

George