A little, never intended, follow-up. Just to see how he's getting on.
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To my brother,
Well, it's been five years now. We're twenty-five, can you believe it?
Things took a long time to settle. Mum's only recently stopped crying once a week, cutting it down to only about once every two months now. It's bloody annoying. Sets everyone else off and suddenly the whole Weasley household becomes so dismal I can barely stand it. She's alright though, Mum. Occupies herself quite well with the mass of stuff she has to do.
Lupin and Tonks both died in the battle. They left little Teddy behind and you know what Mum's family's like - somehow she's a relative of Tonks and so we get Teddy here most days. He's her little pride and joy now. You'd almost think she didn't have any sons of her own.
Dad's been promoted. Again. He must be doing something right around that place. Brings home more muggle junk now than I have ever seen in my entire life. Drives Mum absolutely spare but he is loving it!
Bill got a haircut. About all that's changed there. Oh! And Fleur had a baby! Little girl. Her name's Victoire… bit exotic for me but they seem to like it.
Charlie is… still with his dragons. He's been seeing this girl though apparently. I forget her name but I met her briefly a while back. She's basically Charlie in female form. Kinda short, seems to be constantly covered in blood or mud no matter what the occasion. Pretty in her own way. Not that that's anything like Charlie. She's another dragon hunter… or keeper, or whatever they like to call themselves.
Percy is Percy. Enough said.
Um… well, Ron is still with Hermione. It's almost sickening. Luckily they keep their relationship pretty discreet but I've seen her sneaking back down to Ginny's room at ungodly hours in the morning. Like I said - sickening.
To add to the grossness of our younger siblings, Ginny is also still with Harry. They're almost worse, but thankfully she mainly stays with Harry whose got himself a room in Diagon Alley. We hardly see her but I don't think anyone's complaining.
Young love, eh?
So that's the formal bit over. Now down the ramblings about the one and only me.
I am still living at home. I know, it's pathetic, but the rooms above the shop were like a goldmine! I got talking with this goblin one time in the Leaky Cauldron, and he couldn't believe we weren't renting it out for fifty galleons or so more a week than we were paying before we bought it. He said any sucker would love it, and we'd make shedloads of cash! So I packed up and scampered back home. Mum wasn't exactly overwhelmed at the prospect of having me home but she was alright about it.
The shop's been doing really good! You'd be thrilled. Got a little production team going now and everything, inventers and the like. Even got a proper, legitimate volunteer program for test subjects going. It's crazy. I guess you could say I'm doing pretty well for myself, but I don't like thinking of it like that. It was always our shop - your ideas, my initiative, your confidence, I've just had the balls to carry it on.
There's this girl… (pause for exasperated groan). Her name's Violet, and, well, we've been together a while now and things are going good. She's apparently some distant cousin of Harry's father's uncle or something ridiculous like that. Only not like that as that would mean she would be far too old for me. Anyway, she came into the shop one day and sparks just flew.
She always says she feels like she's dating you and me as I (apparently) talk about you so much.
I'm not going to pretend I'm completely fine because I'm not. I guess losing someone you shared every second of your life with for twenty years isn't something you ever get over.
It probably would have helped if we didn't have such a reputation that proceeded me everywhere. It just means that, anywhere I go, I know that people know, and are pitying me. It stops me being able to forget.
Not that I ever want to forget. What I mean is I can never properly think of other things outside the comfort of the shop, where the guys all know me, or home where they're all going through the same thing in a lesser form.
But I don't have any regrets. Don't go away with the idea that I blame you cos - hell, what sort of brother would I be then? Wrong place, wrong time… wrong guy. Should have been Percy! I'm joking of course. I wouldn't wish it even on him.
It's still tough though. Like, really tough. Which I guess is why I needed to write again, just to let you know the world hasn't let me get over you just yet, but, if I'm, honest, I'm not sure I ever want it to.
Maybe one day I'll try, not to forget, but to just not think about it, and see where that gets me. It's crazy but, I don't know… I guess I've convinced myself that if I let myself put it out of my head, even for one day, when I wake up in the morning, I won't be able to remember, and I can't imagine anything worse than that.
The best years of my life, you were always there, and now everything's just two-dimensional. Vi makes it better, but it's just the day-to-day routine. The waking up and just knowing that part of me is still gone, and won't be coming back…
I'm making this a turning point, this letter. Even as I'm writing, I can just picture you reading it, the look of disgust on your face, and I know you're right. I've handled this whole thing wrong for five years and I'm letting it win.
I'd like to move on, but I need your permission first. Obviously you can't really grant it, but as soon as Foley (my owl), has taken this letter to the peak of Everest or wherever she left the last one, I'm going to take it that I've got it and I'm going to start living my life.
Believe me though, I'll never forget.
Your brother forever,
George
I knooowww George eventually marries Angelina, but he, unlike the others, is getting some experience before plunging into marriage.
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