Dear Fred,
It's me, Percy. I just felt like writing you a letter today, I'm not really sure why.
Things have been pretty quiet around here, George especially. He doesn't talk much anymore, let alone laugh. I sometimes try to get him to remember the old days, I spend hours coming up with these terrible jokes, and when I tell them, he smiles. I know it's not the same smile he used to always have on, but it's better than watching him destroy himself.
He gave me Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Fred. And he seems to think I deserve it. Something's changed, and I think it's simply the fact that you're gone.
I know I don't deserve the shop. All I deserve is the same thing you got. I deserve death. I abandoned my family, and I come back just in time for you to die in my arms.
But I know you'd kill me if I ever said anything like that. You'd say something like "If you died, George and I wouldn't have anyone to torment. 'Cept, of course, Hermione."
I'm smiling now. You'd torture Hermione if you were still alive, just for choosing Ron. They're getting married, just a few weeks before George. Mum's freaking out a lot, she's got so much to do.
Oh, and I made a new product for WWW last month. It's a firework, and I accidentally set one off in my flat before putting it on the shelves. It took me a few hours to defrost, and I know if you'd seen me, you'd have roared with laughter.
I just wrote this to tell you what's happening in my life right now, let you know what I'm feeling.
And also to say one last thing.
I miss you. Well, I think we all do, but I miss you more than most.
Percy.
Dear Fred,
What's happened to the world? Everything's falling apart, and I don't know what to do anymore.
George gave WWW to Percy, who's running it rather well, and... nothing is the way it should be. Harry and I are married now, even though I'm still only seventeen, we decided not to wait. And all day, on my wedding day, George stayed next to me instead of putting his own dress robes on. It was maybe twenty minutes before the ceremony when he finally spoke. Here's what he said.
"Ginny... I just want you to know how proud we are of you. All of us." He paused here. "And I know Fred would be proud too. He'd have begged you to wear this." And he pulled out a necklace. It was beautifully simple, I must say. I imagine you picked it out as either a graduation gift for me, or maybe even a wedding gift, since you always seem to know what's going to happen.
Yes, Fred, everything is changing. Some things for the better, like all the new Weasleys, or, in my case, Potters, and some for the worse. No one has spoken to George in a week, and we're worried.
But I know that if you were here, everything would be just perfect. WWW would be booming even faster than it is now, George would be the same as always, and Mum would stop asking me to de-gnome the gardens with Ron.
And just so you know, you were always my favorite brother.
I love you.
Ginny.
P.S. Happy Birthday, Gred. Or Forge. I'm not sure which.