AN: George's next letter is written in November, about a year and a half after Fred's death. Thank you to every single reviewer and reader, you make me smile with your kind words. Feel free to leave any comments or criticisms in a review, I read each and every one of them.
DISCLAIMER: I have no legal rights to the Harry Potter franchise. I am not JK Rowling. I am merely a teenager who likes to write stories about her characters (who I do not own).
Dear Freddie,
It's been six months since I wrote you last, I'm sorry I haven't in so long. I've been getting caught up in things, which Mum and Dad think is a good thing, because it means that things are starting to get back to how they were before everything changed. Except you're still not here, of course, but what can I really do about that?
Ron and I have been working at the joke shop nearly every day now, except when he's shadowing an Auror as part of his training. He's actually been a load of help to me, and he's even come up with a few ideas that could be real hits. I mean, why didn't we ever think of something like glasses that are enchanted to make everyone you see look like the person you fancy? That's brilliant!
Speaking of that… well, Fred, when I wear the prototype of those glasses that Ron came up with, I see someone. I haven't told anyone yet, so you're first to know, but I see Angelina when I wear them. And she's everywhere. When I first tried them on, it looked like her head on Ron's body, and I got freaked out and took them off before telling him that they worked.
I feel like I'd be disrespecting you if I told her that I fancied her. I mean, you dated her, and she really did like you, Freddie. What kind of brother would I be to date your ex? I'm considering asking her out, but I'm really not sure yet. I wish you could just tell me if it's okay or not, but you really can't.
Anyways, I'm living back in the flat above the shop, instead of at the Burrow, since Mum's starting to feel better about everything. Charlie moved back to Romania to work with dragons again, but he Apparates to the Burrow nearly every Sunday for dinner. We all do, actually, it's become a bit of a tradition to have Sunday night dinner there. That's when we all gather around little Vicky and try to make her laugh. She always giggles around me, but Charlie figures it's because I have a hole in the side of my head and it looks silly to her.
Ginny and Hermione finished Hogwarts a few months back, and they both did exceptionally well on the NEWTs. I'm just relieved that Hermione isn't studying every second of the day now, because that means its less likely that she'll bite my head off if I interrupt her. Ginny's just glad to be done.
Ron and Harry are actually looking into getting a flat of their own in Ottery St. Catchpole, and I'm a bit surprised that Mum was only a little hesitant about it. She said that they were growing up and needed to branch out on their own, so long as they come and visit her enough at home. I reckon that Hermione will move with them, and it won't be long before Ginny follows suit – by the way, Ginny just played her first game with the Harpies, she scored fifteen goals and their seeker won them the game.
I've been getting a lot closer to Percy lately, which is kinda strange to me, considering we never really were on friendly terms. I think that losing you put everything into perspective for him that life's short, and family should come before work. He's smitten with this Audrey girl, and I think they'll end up getting married soon enough. I'm sure Minister Shacklebolt can give Perce a vacation as undersecretary long enough for him to take a decent honeymoon with the girl.
I think that things are starting to get back to normal, Freddie, or at least as normal as things can be when your twin brother is dead. I've come to terms with you being gone over the last few months, but I didn't realize it until I thought to myself that you wouldn't want me to be sad for the rest of my life. You'd want me to live my life like you were still right next to me, and be happy and do the things that I love to do. So that's what I'm doing, I'm doing what you'd have wanted me to do with myself.
I do know one thing, though. I haven't been able to form a full Patronus since you died. Things might be getting better, but there's still too much sadness blocking out the happy memories.
I'll leave you be now, Freddie. Keep an eye on everyone, especially little Victoire. She's just started crawling, and you should make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble. It's almost Christmastime, after all, and she needs to be a good little girl for Father Christmas.
Still missing you more and more every single day,
Your loving brother,
George.