Next chapter…next event…next letter to his brother. As Fred finds his life continuously too hard to handle he finds himself writing another letter to the brother he could never forget. Set five years after the death of George, Fred is now twenty-four.

DISCLAIMER: if I was J K Rowling then I wouldn't be sitting here at my crappy computer getting ready to move the next chapter to school on a floppy to update but if I wasn't I would. Do the science and get back to me when you've worked this one out.

AUTHORS NOTE: There have been some major changes in this chapter, mostly concerning that Bill had a twins instead of the planned one boy and so was really wound up and his name-plan was cancelled resulting in the girl being called Minerva and the boy being George. I was also tempted to turn this into twincest during the writing of this chapter but refused too, this is a story not a twincest story and it's going to stay that way so please don't ask for anything sad in that area. I don't like to disappoint but if it comes to it and will save a story I am more than happy too.

Also I made a mistake at the beginning of the last chapter, because Lee died during Harry's sixth year, not his fifth…I refuse to change anything from the fifth book because I found it perfect.

CHAPTER THREE: MANY CHANGES.

Dearest George,

I write to you now with fear in my heart and in my head. I'm scared my brother, very, very scared. As every year goes by my memories of you slip further and further into the dreams of the past and sometimes I find myself wondering if you are nothing but a figment of my imagination before realising what I'm doing. Only the photos of you that are kept so sacred in our home help to jog my memories of you in these times and it worries me that I can forget about one who I love so much in so little time. If it wasn't for those photos and the twins Minirva and George who bear you image I am sure that I would have disowned you on several occasions. Please forgive me, it's not that I'm forgetting about you because I would never do that, every moment when I am thinking straight it is of you I think. If only the times when I was thinking straight were more often, but as time goes on they get less and less.

Our bedroom is still as you left it, the same jokes and gags in the same places, the same bedspread on your twin bed beside mine. The pictures we took of each other and of us together are all around me as I sleep, in Charlie's room rather than in our own because I can't bare to wake up in the morning and not feel you beside me.

Hermione tells me I should try to move on, that you wouldn't be impressed by how I've changed, but even the wish of my sister-in-law can't change the way I feel. Ron agrees with his wife and I find myself amused by how old they're acting for their age, before remembering that they're actually twenty-two now and nearly the same age as me. I often feel they're older than me, because I still feel nineteen and how I did the day you died. I remember that day the year before like it was yesterday, do you? We were all playing around out in the sun, with Lee and the lads, and everyone was happy. Can you remember it? The summer after we left Hogwarts? And Ron and Hermione and Harry had just finished their OWL's and had their results and everyone was in a great mood. We were all playing quidditch out in the orchard and then when we came down Percy came home and admitted he'd made a mistake and he was stupid. I still remember your expression at that, like you'd won some major battle. You told him he'd never be able to live it down as long as you lived and I agreed. I didn't realise how true that statement would be, because I could never tease him about it after. I love to think back, it helps others to realise how I really couldn't live without you.

Hermione is pregnant and Ron is delighted… I've never seen him this happy before in his life. He was really worried after the complications with the last time (Hermione's miscarriage has effected us all though non more than the father-to-be) but both the officials in saint Mungo's and the Muggle doctors say everything is going to plan. Even if they were a bit confused by the pregnancy aid Hermione was wearing to try and stop any possible problems. It was something Ginny threw together with permission from the head healer at Saint Mungo's where she's working full time now. Apparently they need as many qualified healers as possible with you-know-who still at large. I only hope she's okay and doesn't find herself in any trouble, though knowing Ginny she'd probably find some way of defeating him using Bogey-Bat curse or something like that. Even though it was something she started using aged twelve she still uses it all the time. I suppose you can't argue with perfection really.

I find the time nearing to leave you my brother. Because I haven't been able to leave our family home and the memories of you that haunt the hallway and rooms I am still at the beck-and-call of our mother, who is now insisting that it is meal time.

Thanks for listening to my moaning, I think of you as much as I can though my mind continuously playing tricks on me and I find it hard to think over much. Love always, your twin brother forever, Fred.

Thanks to my reviewers and loyal readers for putting up with this next chapter. Your support is amazing and inspires me to write the next chapter of these things. (Literally, I don't bother if I don't get any feedback. I like to feel appreciated). Anyway, thanks and please leave another review for this one. If you're looking for more characters dying or depressing useless characters depressed fics try looking at my other stuff…its pretty much all the same…character is depressed, character dies…character writes poems/songs/letters about dying and what it feels like. You know, that type of idea. Thanks again, love and peace as always, Stargazing Maiden.