AN: Ok so this will be the last chapter in the story. Again, suggestions are really valuable and I would love to hear some if you give me a review then I will go and read one of your stories and review it as well! (Pretty please?) Enjoy the rest of the story! 3

"Hey George, I found this in Dumbledore's office. I'm not sure what it is, but it has your name on it…"

George had taken the roll of parchment from Harry. On the side of the roll George could see his name etched in messy handwriting that was a little too familiar. He had put the parchment away and proceeded with the cleaning. He was well aware of whom it was from, but he wouldn't let himself break down in front of his mother again. She was still too fragile for that.

So George had waited until he was alone in his room. He had waited until just before dinner to declare that he was quite tired and would be going to bed early. His parents knew that it was a lie, but they also knew that Fred's death was harder on George than on anyone else. So they let him be. He was, after all, a grown man, and perfectly capable of deciding if he wanted to eat dinner or not.

He crept off to his room and shut to door. It would be another half hour before he had the courage to open the parchment. He stared at it for the millionth time since it had been given to him and examined his name on the side. The writing was shaky, as if the quill had been difficult to keep a hold of, as if it had taken all the willpower that could be accessed just to draw every line. The letters began to blur as water filled George's eyes once again, and this time he held nothing back. He cried with such violence that he was sure his bed was shaking from the force. At some point he heard footsteps outside, but they slowed and then sped off into the distance just outside his room. He did not care if anyone heard him anymore.

When George managed to slow the tears to a point where he could read through them, he slowly unraveled the scroll and read…

Dear George,

Bet you weren't expecting to hear from me again. I'm sorry for the appalling handwriting, it's even worse than my usual. This quill isn't very easy to hold, but I've got enough fire here to keep me writing for at least an hour. Do you remember in DADA our last year when Umbridge talked about ghosts? And she was saying how they can be seen because of the energy from their fear which they absorb. Well, I got a bit of a refresher course from Lupin earlier today, and I figured, if ghosts can be seen and heard because of the energy from their fear… well, maybe if I produced enough energy and put it in my hand, I could hold a quill and write a letter to you? I guess it works quite well eh? All I needed was a whole lot of fire.

Sorry, I'm stalling; it's just that there is so much I need to tell you. I'm not going to be able to say all of it George, but one day when you are old and sour and the neighbors' kids hate you, you'll come and join me, and then I'll tell you all of it. For now though, this will have to do.

Do you remember the time you were talking to Lee Jordan outside our room at school, and then you came in and found me asleep on the bed? You know, the night I snuck of with Angelina Johnson. Well I wasn't asleep Georgey, I could hear you. And I want to say to you that you were the true mastermind behind all of our tricks. I'm not just saying that. Honestly George you came up with all the ideas, all I did was help you make them real. We were both equally important in that team, and if one were to succeed without the other, it would be you.

I also want to apologize about Angelina Johnson. You never told me that you had a thing for her, but I knew. I could see it in your eyes when I was dancing with her at the Yule Ball. I know you didn't know you fancied her yet, but I could see the way you hesitated in our last year. When we were planning to blow the joint during OWLs, and you said you weren't sure. It was like you had forgotten something behind. I'm not sorry I asked her to the Ball Georgey, you didn't fancy her just yet then anyways. I'm sorry I kept reading you the owls she'd sent me. I was angry at you, what with your ear blown off and whatnot, you'd been getting all the attention. I guess the green troll of jealousy took over. Honestly, I made those owls up. She hasn't spoken to me for more than two minutes at a stretch in the last three years. She's all yours George, she always has been, I just never let you know it.

There's more to say there, but I can hear the cheers outside now and I know someone's going to come into this office pretty soon. I'd prefer it if they didn't find a floating hand writing a letter when they came in. All in all, we had a good run George. And hey, just because I'm gone, don't think you're allowed to give up on things. That joke shop had better be back up and running by September or so help me George I will HAUNT you down. I'm going to miss you. Oh yeah, and ask Harry about the Marauders' Map why don't you, there's a lot we didn't know about Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.

I'll see you on the other side Georgey, and you better be older than I saw you when we tried crossing that age line in 6th year!

From Fred

Mischief Managed.