Epilogue: Dear Fred

Dear Fred,

Frederick Gideon Weasley, YOU ARE AN ARSE.

You are the biggest arsehole in this century and yes, even bigger than Percy, just short of You-Know-Who himself.

How dare you?

How dare you leave us with this stack of… of… tear-jerking nonsense and watch the entire family break down while you sip tea with everyone else up there?

Thanks to your letters, every single one of them bawled. Yes, even Dad.

Mum refused to let go of the sweaters last night after she read your will. She had wanted to bury all of them with you. But she almost tore your coffin apart getting them back after she read the first two lines.

And I've never heard Dad bawled so loudly in my life. He was louder than Mum's usual yelling. He almost brought the roof down.

That was over two hours ago. They're still sobbing, but quietly now. Hugging the coat, your sweaters and sitting next to your coffin.

Ron and Ginny sat down together and bawled together after that. Since you were happily trotting down memory lane, do you remember that incident where you turned Ron's teddy bear into a spider? Remember his bawling? Remember how he woke Ginny with his bawling and she, too, joined in the ensuing chaos?

Remember how we swore never to make them cry because the volume their duo-bawling was beyond any proper description with the English language?

Thanks to you, I've had the pleasure of hearing that again after fifteen years. Only this time, the duo-bawling by our two no-longer-baby siblings was just about ten-times louder, (and deeper). That was how loud they were. Between them and Dad, I was very, very surprised how our shabby old roof survived the ruckus.

Percy ran out of the house right after he read your letter, at the peak of the bawling. Have you ever heard Percy yell? Never, right? But he did. He ran out of the house, out to the funeral site and cussed at your coffin.

Just in case you didn't catch all of it up there. Here's what he said right before he pointed his wand at himself.

"Come back, Fred. Goddammit, come back! Take me instead! Take me! Just come back!"

The rest of us freaked out after hearing that. Ginny, amidst her tears and sniffling, managed to Stun him from just before he did anything stupid and with Bill's help, brought him back to the house.

I never thought Ginny would one day attack the brother she feared the most, much less suggest drugging him with a Sleeping Draught. She looked demented when she cast the spell, but I suppose reading such a letter from her brother could turn our "cute, little baby sister" into a personification of a Dementor.

And Charlie. To say Charlie was upset is the understatement of the century. He'd just returned from Romania and was thrown in the middle of a war. The next thing he knew, you were gone.

I never knew Charlie could punch holes through brick walls with his bare hands. Tonight, I had the pleasure of being the one to fix his broken knuckles. Usually, Ginny would be the best person in our family in such spells, but she was otherwise preoccupied with drugging Percy.

"I didn't even get to speak to him at all." This was the only statement Charlie muttered over and over again when I was fixing his knuckles.

I don't know how Bill was able to keep his calm amidst the mayhem, but being the eldest Weasley kid of the seven of us, I guess he has had enough experience of mayhem.

Well, it's six of us now.

But he did disappear, an hour ago, after Percy was drugged and everyone's more or less calmed down. Even Fleur wasn't able to find him anywhere. I guess only Merlin knows his reaction. If you happen to meet the big guy, please check with Him.

(I just broke another eagle-quill. It's the third one I've broke since writing this letter. You owe me big time when we meet up again, you git.)

Angelina came by right I told her about your will. Once again, may I reiterate, you are a complete arse, Frederick. How dare you treat her like that? Dumped her right before the war, and only tell her how you modified her memory and give her the rings through a will? How could you put her through this? Maybe I shouldn't have held her back when she was about to attack your coffin.

You were lucky you were dead already.

Sorry, Fred.

I didn't mean that last statement.

You would not be able to recognize the woman as the woman we both fancied, Freddie. She was crying and screaming so violently, she might have been a banshee. Ginny had to Stun and drug her to calm her down. Between Percy and Angelina, I think Ginny's had her hands full.

Ron went flying on your Cleansweep after he calmed down. Ginny did the same with my Cleansweep after she finished drugging whoever she needed to. As of the moment as I am writing this letter, they haven't returned yet. Watch over them, will ya, since you're up there with all the big guys anyway.

Amidst this chaotic episode, the two calmest people besides Bill were Hermione and Harry. They were staying over during this period to help out. When the chaos broke out, Merlin bless them because they each grabbed Mum and Dad and tried to keep them under control while the rest of us kids were bawling in different corners of the Burrow.

Hermione's cooking some supper now, and Harry helped to fix the hole Charlie punched through, both using the Muggle way. I never knew cooking or fixing stuff Muggle way was such a horribly long process but I figure they both needed something to do while Ron and Ginny were gone to keep them distracted.

I hope you're not enjoying all these up there. Because if you are, I will make it my personal mission to hang you by your hair when I meet up with you again.

I kept expecting you to sit up from the coffin and start laughing at everyone who took your leaving seriously. I kept expecting you to walk into our bedroom at night, laughing so hard that you could not even stand straight. I kept hearing your voice, our voices in unison, everywhere in the house. But our voices will never appear in unison again.

What you said is right, Freddie. As twins, our identities are entwined. I'm George Weasley, and I'm also Forge Weasley; just like how you are Fred Weasley and Gred Weasley.

We came into this world together, we did everything together, we lived together and did you remember when we were seven, we promised to die together in St Mungo's at a ripe old age of a hundred. And we'll spend our last days in hospital beds, old, smelly and shriveled like dried prunes but still playing pranks on the Healers.

I've always thought how things will never change till the end of time.

Things did change, you idiot. You left, eighty years earlier.

Damn it you big git. I miss you, Fred. I miss you so much.

Yes, I understand perfectly now, how much easier it is to write all these mushy stuff down rather than to say it out. But taking the easy way out is not the Weasley way isn't it?

I took your wand, by the way. And mine is with you now. I can't have you strutting all around the big guys without a wand now, can I?

I love you too, Freddie. I always will.

Georgie.

PS: I just said some mushy stuff to Mum and Dad. Perhaps you were right not to say it to them face to face. They almost crushed my bones.

PPS: Have fun up there. We'll see you again in the future.


Author's Note:

Surprise~! I hope everyone who is expecting the family's reaction piece liked this piece. Writing their reaction was part of the main story plot and was intended as my second surprise. This letter from George was one of the first few to be written. There is no way George will accept Fred's will without so much as a curse to his twin brother.

I've seen some other Last Wills of Fred's around in the fandom, and some of them are pretty sad, funny and humourous. There were short ones, and there were longer ones, but I'd like to think of mine as something a little beyond just Fred bequesting his possessions to his family and friends.

As I picture Fred sitting there writing parchment after parchment, he was also going through memory lanes with each of those he left behind. This is the written version of a Pensieve, each with a special silvery strand of memory for the people closest to Fred.

When Fred left, he not only left behind a family, but twenty years worth of memories for the Weasleys. I've tried to look in an angle of a man who never expected he will die, but he will live.

What was meant (for Fred in this story) to be more of a joke and something to pass insomnia with became something a little more, especially towards the end as he wrote for Angelina, his parents and George. I deliberately started this on a more light-hearted note and ended it on a tear-flooding note. I've cried pretty badly while writing this and blimey, I'm the writer! My mother was rather taken aback when she entered my room just as I finished writing George's request. (But she's a Harry Potter fan too, so she understood after I explained to her.)

For everyone who had dropped tears with this return letter from George, *hands tissue*. Thank you for reading it this far. And to all readers who have stayed with this short story, thank you. If you had dropped a tear, or two, at any point in reading this, have a tissue. *hands tissue*. I've prepared plenty of cyber tissues for everyone who felt like they lost something when Fred died in the book.

Now, the story is supposed to end here. But even as I write this epilogue, I feel like it's not exactly ended. I feel I have to close it properly for Fred, for myself, and for everyone who had accompanied this small little project of mine. I am currently planning another one-shot companion piece to properly end this story and will start on a Fred/Angelina/George/Katie story in the very near future. Will post announcements up here when it's done. =)))

Once again, thanks to all who have read, reviewed and enjoyed this story so far.

To my reviewers:

alicenotinwonderland : Thank you, thank you, thank you! Really thank you for all the reviews and I'm very glad you enjoyed reading this as much as I had enjoyed writing this.

LittleRed22 : Thank you. I miss Fred too. =(

mischief managed-not : Yes I do, and thank you for reviewing! Hope you will enjoy this chapter as well.

ncis-lady : Yes, me too. My heart broke when I saw the DH2 movie where the Weasleys were crying over Fred.

InsanityisReal : Thank you for reading and reviewing! =)

Addicted-To-Sugar-Quills : Thank you for reading and reviewing. Hope you liked this chapter as well!

Crycoria : Fred and George were meant to be the comic relief, in contrast to the angst faced by Harry, Ron and Hermione. I agree with you. If all the characters are all angst, the story would likely be too dark. Thank you for your reviews for all the chapters so far.

teddybear101010 : Thank you. I am glad you liked the story. I do hope you'll enjoy this ending.

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Arish Mudra Rakshasa : *heart* Thank you for your regular reviews and thank you even more for your comments. I hope you had enjoy this story as much as I had writing it. =))

soccachik666 : *hands tissue* There you go. And thank you for the regular reviews. *heart*

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PwnedByPineapple : *hands tissue* Thank you so much for your review! Yes, it's truly sad that twins have to be seperated by death. Thank you so much.

Brandon Brownson : Thank you so much for your kind comments and review. Hope you enjoy this epilogue and the upcoming new ones. =))

Allreader : Thank you for all your reviews! *hands tissue* Hope you enjoy this chapter as well!

SaraHunterOfArtemis : *heart* Thank you. Hope you had enjoyed the letter from Fred to George.

Runeaglerun : *hands tissue* Thank you. I hope you enjoyed this final epilogue.

ShannonLovesThe Doctor : *hands tissue* Thank you for reviewing! Hope you will enjoy this chapter as well.

GryffindorGoddesses : Thank you! Thank you for reading and reviewing.

Hachoo : Thank you for your reviews. Yes, I'm pretty sure every kid has said something to their parents they regret when they're much older. Hope you had enjoyed the previous and this chapter as well.

alexisjenny : *hands tissue* Thank you, thank you. I hope Fred's death is not true too.