Chapter Three:
Dear Fred;
Mum made her special pancakes today. I know how much you loved them. I could hardly finish one. How pathetic is that? I can't eat as much as I used to. I'm too busy thinking about you. How I wish I could be the victim of another Fred and George prank. I've tried to persuade George into pranking me. It's no use though. He says he can't prank without you. And I really truly believe him. You two were always side by side, and did everything together. I wouldn't be surprised if he never pranked again. I know I never told you this enough, but I love you Fred. Please come back, you can call me Ickle Ronniekins when ever you want.
Ron
Ron as well, decided to write a letter to his lost brother. Fred and George used to call
him Ickle Ronniekins, and Ron hated it more than anything. But at this moment he wished he could be called Ickle Ronniekins just one last time. He's even tried to persuade George into calling him in. But he refused and said "It wouldn't feel right." Nothing seemed to feel right without Fred. Even though there were more people in the house, because Bill, Charlie, and Percy all returned home to be with their family during this rough time. The house still felt empty.
As Ron sat on the edge of his bed in his room, with tears slowly streaming down his cheeks, his stomach growled. Ron knew he wasn't that hungry, it was just something that happened once in a while, telling him that he should eat something.
Ron always looked up to his older brothers, especially Fred and George. They weren't Prefect or Head Boy, or anything like that. They were Fred and George the pranksters. Ron admired that about them because they never once tried to outshine one of the eldest. They stuck to their pranking, because that's what they were good at. Ron admired them because of their humor, and it devastated him that he probably never would hear that humor again. That's why Ron liked helping George out in the joke shop, because he got to get a closer look at the products that Fred and George created together.
*Cough, Cough*
Ron heard someone standing outside his door. He stood up, whipped his tears off his face with the back of his hand, and proceeded to the door and opened it.
There stood Percy.
"Percy?" Ron said with confusion in his voice. Ron and Percy have never got along very well. Because Percy had betrayed the family years ago, because he believed that Ron's best friend Harry, was lying about the return of Voldemort. Ron could never forgive Percy about that. And Percy understood completely.
"Uhm. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Percy mumbled.
Ron nodded, and opened the door more fully, so Percy could step in.
"Uhm, what's up?" Ron questioned.
"Read this, and let me know what you think." Percy handed over a piece of parchment to Ron. Ron glanced at it.
"It's a letter to Fred."
"I know it is. Just let me know what you think."
Ron nodded, and began to read:
Dear Fred;
I'm sorry. Sorry for everything. I'm sorry I wasn't a better brother. I will never forgive myself for the way I treated you and the rest of the family. I was an awful brother. I just loved my job too much. But after everything that's happened, I think I've found on thing I love more than my job. You. No one knows this. But I cry every night before I go to sleep. I can't forgive myself Fred, and I just can't live with the guilt. Please come back, and take away all the pain.
Percy
Ron finished reading, and he looked up at Percy. "You cry?"
Percy nodded. "Every night."
"It's really nice." Ron said as he handed the parchment back to Percy.
"Thanks." Percy said with a half smile. "Anyways, I should go… Uhm, thanks for reading it." Percy walked out of Ron's room, closing the door behind him. Leaving Ron sitting in his room by himself, as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
