Disclaimer: This story is fanfiction, meaning any characters and storylines you recognize are the property of JK Rowling.
A/N: Well... it's been a while, hasn't it? I thought I'd jump back into fanfiction now that summer is literally 4 school days away. And what better way to start off than with a challenge?
Dear Fred,
I didn't intend to write this letter. Actually, nothing I do lately is what I intended. Maybe that's because all my plans involved you. I know that sounds really sentimental and mushy, and if you were here you'd tell me to stop acting like a pansy… but that's the thing, Freddie. You're NOT here. I've been thinking like this for months now ever since.. well, I didn't want to write this just to remind myself of things I'd rather forget. If I'm being honest, I didn't want to write this at all. Angelina thinks that writing to you will 'help me cope.'
Another thing. I don't mean to seem rude by dating Angelina, Fred. Honest. It's just something that happened after the war. And I just want you to know that she misses you just as much as I do. Speaking of people who miss you, Mum hasn't been the same. I almost wish she would yell at me, just like before… And now it's not so funny to say my name is Forge, not without Gred by my side.
I miss you, Freddie. It's difficult to look in the mirror, and have you looking back at me. Ron's been helping out in the shop, and he's doing quite well. He just bought Zonko's, and is planning on a Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in Hogsmeade. I'd never admit it, but I'm proud of him.
Bill and Fleur just had their baby, a little girl. They named her Victoire. I'm off to visit her now.
Goodness, if anyone finds this letter I don't even know what I'll do. It'll just have to be our secret, Freddie.
I'm thinking of you,
George
As always, please review.
Padfoot
