A/N: Hey. Sorry I didn't update over the weekend. My friend Kensington was over and yeah. I couldn't update. I'm not that far into our friendship where I can write it in front of her, even though she knows I write it. Ha! But oh well.
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Finished: Tuesday, September 29, 2015. 6:56 P.M (EST)

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Thursday, April 1, 1999
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Dear Fred,

Happy Birthday.

Today's the day. The big ole' 2 – 1. Legal age in other countries. Wow, twenty one years old. It's rather strange to realize that we entered this world 7, 665 days ago. However, your days are less than mine. It's extremely sad to think that today is actually just my birthday here on Earth. You're forever twenty. I don't like to think about it that way but I can't help it, you know?

I didn't drink my way into oblivion like I said in my last letter. Not a lot anyways. If I did, then I probably wouldn't be writing this right now. It would just be a bunch of squiggles and probably ripped in half. But no, I am writing this right now… It's ten – thirty. You probably don't care though.

I went over to The Burrow today, by the force of Ron and Harry. Who used their "Auror training skills" on me? Gits. But when I got there I was surprised. Mum had the table decorated and had a nice chocolate cake in the middle. Ginny and Hermione were there. Apparently Professor McGonagall agreed to let them come out of the school term for just a day. To spend this day with me. Lee was there, along with Angelina. Ms. Tonks and Teddy. Fleur's little sister was also.

It was really sweet.

What really got me though was that everyone had a plate and a seat at our large table, yet, there was still a chair empty. The chair was the one next to mine. It also had a plate, silverware, and little card that said Happy Birthday Fred. I teared up because of it. So did Mum, and dad… Ginny… Percy… Charlie… Bill… Ron. It was sad because it was my first birthday without you.

To this day, almost a… almost a year since… that. I'm still not used to you being by my side. Sometimes my night terrors wake me up and I'll turn to my right and see that you're not there. I'm not in the bedroom we shared or even the flat in Diagon Alley. I'm in my place. Where I live. Alone. Sometimes when something good happens, I'll always look over and expect to see you so I can say something. But I can't.

Because you're not there.

The small little "get together" was nice. We ate the cake, talked about things going on in our lives. When we'd ask each other a question across the table. Nearly one year old Teddy would say, "No." Cheeky little kid. After everyone left, I stayed behind to help Mum clean up as Dad had to go to the Ministry for a brief time.

Then I sat down with mum and she lost it. She cried for a good amount of time. And I joined her. We sat there in the sitting room hugging each other as we cried for you. Mum was saying that you should be with us right now. Celebrating your twenty first birthday that was cut short to only twenty. It is horrible Fred, it really is.

She started telling me stories then. She said we made our first birthday and absolute mess. Said there was not one part of us that wasn't covered in cake… and Percy was covered in it as well. Hated him ever since a young age. But that's not true now. I don't hate him anymore. And he doesn't hate us. But then mum said that once we got our hand on things once our magical abilities started forming was when we started using them for pranks.

Seems like such an amazing time.

After our major crying session. Merlin! That makes me sound like a bloody teenage girl! I finally left but I didn't go home. Just yet. You probably know where this is going if you were looking down on me.

I went to your tombstone. A place that I haven't visited in months. I don't know why I haven't visited as much than I need too. I just think it's really hard when I visit it. I don't even remember when I last visited. I think it was before it got extremely cold. But there I found myself, apparating my way not that far of a walk away.

Your tombstone was covered with memorials, from people I don't even know. But yours was not even close to being bare. I put the decorations that were covering your name somewhere beside it because I wanted to see it. I traced your name, birth day, date of death, and the other things written on it because I felt like it was needed.

My heart hurt so much.

I sat there. Hours upon hours. I didn't say much. Not even a word in the first few hours I was there. I just sat there in the cold spring weather of England and stared out at the fields that surrounded me and your tombstone. I never thought I would be spending my birthday like this. My birthday with my brother.

Last year we were in hiding yet Mum still made us a cake. Great Aunt Muriel got mad at us because we dropped it on the floor. We sat next to each other and laughed. This year we're safe and Mum made us a cake. We sat next to each other. However, it was just me and your tombstone.

A year difference Fred. I don't think we imagined our twenty first birthday being like this. A year ago I think we were thinking we'd be free and spending this day together. A year ago we were in hiding but we knew we were going to be free. A year ago we both thought we were both going to be alive. A year ago we didn't realize it would just be one of us.

I didn't get home until really late, actually just an hour ago because it is now eleven – ten. So about thirty minutes before I started writing and telling you these things. That's when I drank a bottle of Firewhiskey.

I'm proud of myself.

I didn't drink all night long.

I hope you're proud of me.

On this night, April 1st, 1999, I raise my empty Firewhiskey bottle high for you, my brother. Even though we aren't together in a real form. Doesn't mean that you're actually gone. So let me say this one last time.

Happy 21st Birthday, Fred Gideon Weasley.

I miss you.

A/N: Here's chapter fourteen. I know it's not that long. Plus, I'm kind of bummed that I didn't get a lot of reviews. But oh well. The next chapter will probably be a long one. Because *River Song Voice* SPOILERS! It will be the one year anniversary of The Battle of Hogwarts. So Yeah. Until the next time I write! Bye!

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