A/N: Okay, I've been trying to make these chapters come out a little longer than what I've been doing. It's hard, guys, but I'm trying. I write these out on paper before I write so a lot of times, I think I have more than I actually do.

Anyways, here is another chapter! I hope you guys enjoy! And review!


George rubbed his face tiredly, placing his younger brother's letter off to the side with Bill's and Charlie's and Mum and Dad's and Percy's letters. He was never going to make it through them all. George looked at the small box at his side, wondering how such a plain thing could hold so much grief and sorrow and might-have-beens. And he knew that he hadn't even scratched the surface yet. This was only his family, here, but clearly the box contained far more letters than the people in their little clan.

George reached a hand to the box. He was tempted to simply dump them all out, read the signatures to see who else was writing to a twenty year old wizard who had barely done anything to be recognized for. He was also tempted to toss the bloody things out the window or into a small fire, angry and disgusted at the thought of a stranger trying to write insincere condolences and apologies to his brother, who, George thought with some satisfaction, would have told them all to sod off.

But instead, George Weasley simply sighed again and touched the next letter on the pile. Unsurprisingly, George saw the writing scrawled on the envelope as his little sister, Ginny's. Immediately, he relaxed. Ginny was never one for sappy emotional declarations, even on paper. She was always blunt and direct – a side effect from living in a hovel of boys. Growing up with six older brothers, she had learned early on that crying or whining or being shy was going to get her no where in The Burrow. Ginny was stronger than the rest of them. George slit the seal and slid out her letter to read.


First off, thanks for never calling me Ginerva. I think "Ginny" suits me a whole lot more than that fancy thing. Yes, I know it's a family name, but, still, at least your names are easy and common and rather normal. Imagine me starting Hogwarts with a name like Ginerva Weasley! Imagine me trying to spell that when I was little, or learning to pronounce it! But you two, you rescued me from Mum's sentimentality by simply taking one look at your amazing little sister and called me "Ginny". Her name is Ginny, you said. And then the other boys started calling me that until I answered to that name instead of the one Mum gave me. And no matter how hard she or Aunt Muriel tried, the shortened name stuck, thank God. Because of you.

I told "The Golden Trio" once that you can believe anything is possible if you've got enough nerve. I believe that because of you and George, Fred. As the only girl in a family of six older brothers, I was treated differently than the rest of you lugs – at first. I was the baby, Mum's precious girl and Dad's princess, the little sister with all the big bad brothers to teach me and help me and protect me. Bill and Charlie haven't changed all that much, have they? I mean, they love me and they see me as their baby sister always and they've never lost their protective touch, even though I'm a grown woman now with three children to call her own. Plus they've always looked the role of intimidating, haven't they? What with the scars and the long hair and the fang earring and the leather everything and the burns and all that jazz.

Then, there's Ron and Percy, who were constantly talking about setting examples for me for everything. Ron was never that bad (except briefly in my fifth year when I was dating Dean Thomas – and that was silly in and of itself, seeing as he and Seamus – well, you know) but Ron was always better than Percy because he was the youngest, too, in a way. The youngest boy. Percy always thought that it was his job to set an example of fine wizardry and success for me. He was a prat, wasn't he? Not so much anymore, don't worry.

But then you and George…you two were – are – my favorites. Sure, you protected me and looked out for me like big brothers do. But you were also the first to let me on your broomstick – that Cleansweep Five – and taught me to play Quidditch. You taught me how to pull pranks and how to lie without getting caught. You taught me that I was stronger than I knew, and that I could do anything I wanted to and to be confidant and believe in myself. You and George are the reason I am who I am, and I never told you that, or how much I looked up to you, and looked to you to make me smile when I felt like screaming or crying.

I married Harry. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, married me! I felt you there, at the ceremony. Of course, you wouldn't have missed your baby sister's wedding. It was beautiful, and we held it right where Fleur and Bill had theirs, and this time nothing bad happened and everyone was happy and Mum was crying and Harry and I got married.

I danced with George twice, so I could pretend for a minute that you were still here, dancing one dance with me.

Don't think for a minute that I've gone soft. I can still whip out a nasty Bat-Bogey Hex if I need to. This letter means nothing – it's just me talking to you, Fred. Like old times.

Ginny.


George stared at the thin, girlish signature at the end of the page, thoroughly stunned. He blinked once, then a second time, and then he was reaching up to wipe at his face furiously, trying to quell the new surge of tears.

"Dammit, Ginny." He muttered, but he smiling a little as he did it, laying his little sister's letter on top of his opened pile. "I underestimated you, little sister. I won't, ever again."

He felt different, almost refreshed after reading her letter. He'd like to think he had gained a little sense of closure from reading her piece, but he also knew, what with Ginny being Ginny and all that, growing up with him and Fred for her whole life, he wouldn't have put it past her to charm the paper with a Cheering Charm or Happiness Hex for him, just for a little while. At the very least, she had slipped in a Rejuvenation Spell.

George looked again at the box at his side, with a new letter, a new story, a new set of memories of Fred. To his surprise, George immediately recognized the handwriting as his sister-in-law and longtime friend, Hermione Granger-Weasley. She had chosen to keep her muggleborn name when she married Ron, but she added his name to mark her place in their world. George smiled wider and quickly took up her letter, which was heftier than the others. Of course. With small shake of his head, George opened Hermione's letter.