September 17th 1998
Sorry I haven't been writing to you for a while, Freddie. I kind of lost this book.
We've started to get back to a normal routine. Or... not normal, but no one is as quiet or devastated as the first month. We still cry a lot.
We're talking again, but not as much as before the battle. I've not pulled any pranks in five months. Not even told any jokes. It felt weird after a week, and now it's been forever.
I didn't tell you this the first time I wrote, but on the morning after the accident, I woke up at Hogwarts. I rolled over, and expected to see you in your bed across the room. All I could see was Ginny's messy hair in my face.
I've never felt that empty in my whole life, and all I could think was: Please wake up Freddie. That's all I want
