well i know ive broken the one-a-day rule but my work peoples have been a pain of late and yeah, i have less time than i thought i would. sorry. but i shall update as much as i can

Arthur Weasley sat at his kitchen table, reading the newspaper a month after the final stand at Hogwarts, sipping coffee in a rather pleasant manner with the morning's mail opened and placed near by. Most would find this odd or extraordinary. Parents don't normally get over their children's death and sip coffee pleasantly all that easily. But Arthur Weasley knew his son.

Fred would've only wanted a few tears and lots of laughs. Anyone could've told you that.

And it was a pleasant morning after all. Fred's will finally found his way into his father's hands. Although a few tears had spilt into his coffee, the older ginger couldn't help but laugh by the time the familiar handwriting finished.

Taking another sip of coffee, he cast the particular letter an approving smile.

'Ello my lovely poppets.

If you're reading this its safe to assume I'm as good as dead as dead comes. I hope you all had a good cry for about five minutes. Any longer than that would be pathetic on your parts. Honestly. Though if you're now reliving fond memories of me-having a good laugh-that I wouldn't mind. After all I was quite the funny guy.

But enough of me. After all I am dead as a doornail so you all better be doing well--living on in my wonderful memory and all.

Pass that on to everyone on Dad cause I know you'll be getting this before everyone else. So as the first read-ee you'll be glad to know I'm leaving you a hell of a lot of money. And when I say hell of a lot I mean half of my share of the store's profits that's already in the bank and from now on. You better retire a gagillionaire. And don't worry about the figures, George and I already figured them out. That bastard better have lived through this blasted war if I haven't.

Speaking of which make sure all those letters Spell-o-taped to the back of the picture hanging in my old room---the one of us in Egypt--get sent out to the rightful people. I'm sorry pops but yours is going to be a tad shorter than the rest because you get this lovely piece of parchment as well.

Fair is fair.

But as I am dead I can no longer enforce this principle that has plagued me since my birth. You know what I mean, everything George gets, I get, every punishment embellished on me George has to bear through as well. Though I hope I got the hard end of this war and the lucky guy got off scot free, no ends attached.

But yes, enough of my side tracking.

Make sure someone names a kid after me. Make sure it's George's. make sure Bill or Percy or Charlie (god forbid either of the latter ever settle down) don't snatch it from my devilishly-charming carbon copy.

And don't let George fall into to much of a depression. A few days moping around and mood swinging like a PMSing woman--that's it tops.

And have Charlie keep an eye out on Katie for me. You know how she gets, all moody. Though she'll probably be the only one who doesn't cry every two seconds. The girl has always been too stubborn. And the two of them have been meant for each other since he found her lost and alone in Blourish and Blotts when she was seven. Let's be truthful here. But don't let him take advantage of her. And the other way around as well. Katie can be very sly at times. Tell him to watch out for that coy smile of hers-it'll get him everytime. He'll say I told him that in my letter but let him know redundancy is the key to education of which I have tactfully avoided all these years.

And Harry. Watch that boy with my sister you know. I don't care if he is The-Boy-Who-Lived and The-Man-Who-Ended-It-All or whatever people praise him as these days---he's a martyr through and through and self sacrifice is never easy for the ones left behind. He'll do it everytime. I swear it.

I'm not to worried about Bill and Fleur. They're wedding went as well as their marriage probably will. Have Fleur hook George-io with one of her veela cousins if he sobs too much its debatable if he's a woman or not---that'll give him back his balls.

Sorry dad but it's true.

Don't let Charlie run away to Romania. Remember Katie'll need him.

Don't let mom break any plates over me--there was enough of that when Percy walked out.

And speaking of that one…make sure he gets my letter. Even if he sends it back I want you to personally hand deliver it if you have too. Sorry but it's just something that needs to be done.

Make sure Ron finally gets himself a real girlfriend lest people start thinking his a flit.

Don't let Ginny hex too many people. It won't be conducive for the wizarding population.

I know this is just the drabblings of a dead man. And you're probably all wondering where the rest of my money's going and all my other crap. But that's all for another time. That letter will be on it's way soon as I assume the blasted ministry is still holding my stuff for as long as they can. Though I can't blame them for wanting some Fredrick-memorabilia. I should be famous by now.

That's enough for now mainly because I can't remember writing more words in one sitting.

Hope you're well Dad.

Fredrick Weasley the Great.

The Great indeed, the older man thought with a grin, taking another sip of coffee and starting the daily crossword puzzle in the paper.

Mmmm, don't ask. i know I said I was going to go in some order but….idk. I felt the need for fred to have his say even if half of it was ridiculous. Maybe ill bring up some of the other letters.

And I know its short but I feel like Arthur would be the most compiled out of all of them. And yeah, idk……so yeah, you tell me.

The rest'll be better. I promise.

Lots o love

I think mickey g's coming up soon :D