Ch.2 George
George looked as awful as she felt. His hair was messy, he hadn't changed his clothes, and he looked utterly defeated, sitting facing the wall. Ginny knew it was because he couldn't face the side Fred occupied, although. She took his hand and made him look at her. "Georgie," she said tenderly, using a nickname she hadn't used in a long time- it was only when she was younger when she would use it, to get something she wanted.
He flinched, something striking a chord, and looked up into her eyes. They looked brave, but pained, he thought.
"I have something for you," she said, and held out the envelope. He took one look at it and shook his head, not believing.
"It's a letter from Fred," Ginny said, reaffirming him.
"We had agreed to write goodbye letters," George said quietly. "You know, if something happened. I didn't though; I backed out. We didn't talk about it after that. I can't believe he ended up writing them."
He looked the blank envelope, and back at Ginny, whose hand gripped his tightly.
"I'll leave you be," she whispered. "Just open it whenever you're ready. I'm going to give out the rest. George looked at his baby sister; realising how grown up she actually was.
"Thanks, Gin. I love you."
"I love you too," she said, bending to give him a quick kiss on the head. "Goodnight."
This was something that George had to read by himself. He wasn't ready, but then thought to himself, "would he ever be ready?"
The answer was, unequivocally, no, and so George took a risk. He yearned to be near his brother again, and this might be the closest he would get. George took a deep breath, and started to read.

Dear George,
If you're reading this, well, you know what's happened. I know you didn't write yours, but I couldn't not write them, no matter how hard it is. Stop crying, George! (George smiled through his tears.) Harry is probably wracked with guilt, so can you please remind him how proud I was to fight for such good a cause? I died fighting for something I believed in. We all knew of the possible consequences that would happen. George, I know you're sad. I would be too, if it were you. If it were anyone in our family. So fine, go ahead and cry, but not for long. Look after Ginny okay? She'll pretend she's fine but I know she isn't. And make sure Mom and Dad are okay-- get yourself in lots of trouble to distract them. And look after our brothers, that includes Harry. And make sure Hermione takes care of Ron. And most of all, keep our business. We worked so hard for the joke shop, and look how we'll it's turned out. I'm so proud to be your twin, George. We'll always be twins, don't forget that. Don't forget me, but don't mourn me for too long either.
Love you,
-Fred.
George felt a small weight lift from his shoulders. It wasn't going to be easy, and there would be many more hard days ahead, but for the first time, there was a glimmer of hope that maybe he could survive this after all.
"I love you too, Fred," he said, automatically glancing up at the ceiling.

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