Right... so by now you know I do not own Harry Potter... but just in case

Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. LOL JK I wish I did though.

George

Fred,

You can stop hiding and just come out now, the death prank was very funny but I want you back now! Okay here's the deal, I know you're dead, I know, but maybe if I keep pretending you're not, you'll come back! Mum suggested I write to you, maybe it will help you accept he's gone she said, so I'm going to accept it. You're dead. Oh god Fred, why did you have to leave me? There were so many things we had to do, sure I can do them alone but it just won't be the same. What's the point without your voice echoing mine baby brother? That's another little secret between us, you're the younger one, we might be twins and you might be cleverer than me but you are the younger one, which was something only we really knew. I love you.

Fuck sake Fred! You're the better twin! Come back you stupid arse! You're the funny one, the inventive one, the prankster one, you're even the clever one... What am I supposed to do with the Joke Shop with you gone? I've considered giving that up but then I decided if you can see me or if you come back as a ghost... wait Freddie? Come on Freddie! Choose to come back as a ghost I NEED YOU. Come on, you can go invisible and prank people surely you want to do that? But I know you better than anyone, I know you won't come back. Sometimes actually all the time, I'll stop midway through the sentence and it will take a while for me to remember you won't finish my sentence for me. I miss that, our special connection. I love you.

Remember how I used to say we should get E's in all our exams since we exceeded expectations by turning up? I hope you saw your funeral; I made sure you had exactly what we always joked about when we got too serious during the war, it definitely exceeded expectations. There were fireworks and I pranked a lot of people, I even set a bludger loose, don't worry Freddie it didn't hurt anyone. I miss you. I miss seeing myself in front of me without a mirror. I miss looking into your eyes and knowing exactly what you were thinking. I miss confusing people as to who's who. I miss you finishing my sentences. I miss you doubling my laugh. I miss you. I miss us. I miss Fred and George, George and Fred. I miss you Forge... so very much. I love you.

Your best friend, twin brother, reflection and partner in crime,

Gred or is it George?

P.S I admit it you're the best looking one.

P.P.S Mischief Managed.