A/N: I hope everyone's holidays were wonderful! I'm home from college for about a month and I'm excited to update and watch so many movies and binge Netflix….oh, and spend time with my family of course!

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It seemed like all he was doing was reminiscing. George sighed as he stretched his arms above his head, taking a little pleasure in hearing his joints pop and snap. He cracked his knuckles, twisted his neck to release the pressure, even worked his jaw for a minute or two. It was a bad habit, one his wife and his mother both abhorred, but it relaxed him. Reminded him that stress could linger in every part of him.

There were so many letters, both on the bed and in that box. George still couldn't see the bottom, and it worried him. What if there was no end? What if someone (he suspected Ginny) charmed the box to have an endless stream of letters from friends, family, people he didn't know, random strangers, hell, even enemies, just to keep him occupied until he was nothing more than a pile of paper cuts and tears?

That is the stupidest thing you have ever thought.

George shook his head in agreement to Fred's voice. He blinked, widening his eyes in an effort to stave off the pull of sleep that had been poking at him for the last -

"Three and a half hours?" George exclaimed, checking his watch. "Mother of Merlin, have I really been up here that long?"

I don't see the big deal. We've been up here longer than that before.

"Yeah, when we were developing our Peruvian Darkness Powder or Puking Pastilles." George snarked. "I've been up here reading letters and - and crying my eyes out."

Again, I question the point you're trying to make.

"Everyone else is downstairs trying to make today mean something." George said. "And here I am, wallowing in myself and my own grief when I could be helping my family cope. I realize now….I mean, I finally understand…."

You finally see the grief they've been trying to hide from you.

"Exactly - wait, what do you mean hide?"

Oh come on, Georgie, don't be dense. You can't really think you're that self centered? Of course they were hiding their grief from you! Or at least, they were trying to, and for the most part, I'd say they succeeded. Look, I'm not saying that their losses weren't important, but you -

"They figured I lost the most." George finished his sentence, just like he used to. "I lost half my soul, half my heart. Half of myself. And they thought the best thing was to hide how much they were hurting."

Didn't say it was a perfect plan, mate.

"I'll say." George huffed. "We certainly got the brains in the family didn't we, Fred?"

Hm. Well, let's see. Bill's a curse breaker, Charlie's a dragon tamer, Percy's a government man, Ron's a hero and an Auror, Ginny is a famous Quidditch player, and we built a multimillion franchise that seems to still be booming, even after my untimely death. I'd say we could even be bordering on genius, here, brother mine.

"Hmm." George didn't respond, his trademark grin an answer all on his own. Without looking, he reached into the box of letters and pulled out another envelope - or two. He frowned as he felt two distinct envelopes in his hand, as if they were attached to each other. Magic? He finally looked over, and could have slapped himself over his stupidity.

There were two envelopes, but they weren't held together by magic. They were held together by a simple purple and gold ribbon.

"Genius. Yeah." George muttered as he slowly pulled the ribbon free, letting it flutter to the floor where it blended surprisingly well to the theme of their old bedroom (purple and orange had been kind of their signature thing). He moved his gaze to the first envelope, and then to the second. "Padma and Pavarti? The Patil twins?"

Haven't heard their names in about -

"Nineteen years." George finished. "Give or take. Yeah. Kind of lost track of them after the war. At least, that's what Harry and Hermione were talking about."

What?

"Harry and Hermione. I - well, I overheard Hermione telling Harry that Luna was worried because she hadn't heard from Padma since the war. I mean, they roomed together in school and she was a close friend. But she hasn't really gotten in touch with anyone. And Hermione said that she had noticed that Pavarti had also seemingly vanished from England. No one had really heard from her either. It was as if the twins were just….gone."

Well, that's not suspicious.

The sarcasm was palpable.

"Look, they didn't seem particularly worried. And it wasn't exactly my main concern at the time, either."

It is now.

George couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes in annoyance at the sound of smugness in his brother's tone. Even when dead, his twin enjoyed rubbing things in his face. He placed Pavarti's letter in his lap and made to open Padma's.

"Well, let's solve this mystery, shall we?"

Dear Fred Weasley,

I don't know if you'll know me at all. I wasn't in Gryffindor, though my sister was. I was a Ravenclaw, so perhaps you heard of me even if you never met me. Nevertheless, let me introduce myself. My name is Padma Riya Patil.

I heard of this letter project your mother was doing from Luna a few months ago. I haven't spoken to her since then, which is a regret of mine. She was always kind to me, to everyone, and I enjoyed her company, however odd it was. I will try and talk to her again soon, once things are settled.

After the battle, times were hard for my sister and me here in England. Our family had left, gone back to India, and my sister and I….we stayed in school. Those were dark days. You, at least, had the small luxury to be on the outside, fighting for something with a silver lining. On the inside, it was a lot harder to fight back. I think more of us would have died in the final fight, had it not been for Neville, the Room or Requirement, and Harry, of course. Any news of him, of his fight, of every day that passed where he was not captured or killed, it was a victory for all of us.

Pavarti and I were lucky, in the end of things. Both of us survived the war, as did our family, though they were several thousand miles away. We mourned with everyone who had died, like you, and Professor Lupin, and Lavender Brown. Pavarti was particularly distraught with her death, seeing as she had been first mauled by that were-beast monster, Fenrir Greyback. So, while we ourselves survived, it was not unscathed by wounds, both physically and emotionally. Some of the wounds still haven't healed.

I know she and I have all but disappeared from the wizarding world. At least, in London. Both Pavarti and I have returned to India, where our family has permanently relocated. England was never much of a home anyways, seeing as our mother's family lives here and our father had moved to London when he was seventeen. Pavarti and I were the first in our family to go to Hogwarts.

My sister is writing her own letter, so from here I will tell my own story and none of hers. Who knows what she will write. I have no doubt forgotten things, so it will hopefully be interesting to you.

I was on the outside of much that happened while we were in school. And by we, I mean myself and the Golden Trio, seeing as you and I were not only not in the same house, but not even in the same year. I was in Ravenclaw, and saw everything that happened at a distance. Of course, I heard things from my sister, but I was on the outside. Many of us were. We were like side characters in the story of someone else's life: not all that important for anything other than substance. It wasn't until maybe my fourth year when things began to happen over in my little bubble. Those Beauxbatons girls were seated at our table, and I finally began to see what it was like to be involved. And the Yule Ball - Harry and Ron were our dates, though they were poor ones at that. Still, it was nice to go with someone, and Ron was a decent dancer, even though we only danced to one song. I ended up spending the night with a nice Durmstrang boy, as did my sister. And then, there was Dumbledore's Army the next year and it was like I was seeing in colors are living in a world of grey. What excitement!

That is most of what I can recall being a part of. Then Dumbledore died and the dark days began. I was scared that something would happen to Pavarti, my twin. You understand, do you not? What it's like to be half of a whole, the entire world to somebody? I doubt she and I are as close as you and George were - the two of you, thick as thieves and as clever as foxes - but you understand. Just as I understand. To lose part of yourself….that's what losing a twin is. It's not just mourning the loss of a family member, a brother or a sister. It's literally tearing your heart into pieces. I was terrified of my heart breaking if I lost my sister.

I am unmarried right now, and working in the Cultural Municipals office at the Ministry of Magic. I Apparate to work everyday so I can stay with my family in India and still be involved with the magical circuit. The office is relatively new and very small, so I am not surprised that no one has noticed me working there yet, even Hermione.

I wish to visit your family one day soon. I'll get back into contact with Luna, and perhaps she can take me over. I'd love to talk to Harry, Ron and Hermione again, and Ginny and George. I heard that you're family has grown very much over the last nineteen years. I think I'd like to see that.

From,

Your old schoolmate,

Padma Patil.