CHAPTER 4

It was the second worst day in Molly Weasley's life. The worst was the day her son Fred had died, along with so many others. Now her son George had died, too, all alone in his room in his brother's bed. Out of despair, because he couldn't handle his twin's death and nobody had noticed. Everyone thought he could handle it, but obviosly they'd been wrong. They should have watched him closer! Why didn't they help him more?

It had been two weeks since her husband found their son dead in his room. Two weeks since their youngest son found a letter addressed to all of them, written by Fred, who had already been dead. Two weeks in which Molly Weasley hadn't been herself.

It's also been one week since the funeral of Fred and George, of the popular and well-known Weasley-twins. They had a grave together, of course. They wanted to have a grave together, she read it in their letters. It was the most beautiful grave she had ever seen. All her twins' fans had brought flowers. She was sure that they would've liked it, although of course they would've never admitted it.

The letters lied on her bedside-table, next to a big brown book with Gred & Forge engraved into it. She wondered where they had it from.

Then she took the letters. It had become sort of a habit to read them before she went to sleep. It wasn't good, Arthur had told her many times, but she had to read them again and again. It seemed as if George destroyed everything that reminded them of the twins. The only things he left were photos, the letters and the brown book. Molly didn't dare to open it yet, she was afraid what she would find inside.

Two days after George's death Bill had went to the twins' shop and came back with shocking news. The building was already sold to another owner and nothing reminded of the joke-shop that was once in it. Only a stone next to the building was evidence that there really had been a Weasleys Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley. The stone had the name engraved, surrounded by fireworks that moved all the time. Molly wondered how long they would do this since the one who used the spell on the stone was most likely already dead.

People also used the stone next to the shop to lay down more flowers for the twins. They were really popular and Molly was so proud to be able to say that they were HER sons. Her babies.

Dear Mom, Dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron and Ginny,

If you read this letter I am already dead. I can't believe that I am and it feels weird to write this since I'm still alive, but whatever.

I write this just in case I die in the battle. We don't know when it will start, so we have to make arrangements, right? Sorry to worry you or to remind you that I am gone. Maybe you feel better after a month without me.

There are some things I want everyone to know. I really love all of you and it feels weird to write "I" instead of "we", too, but George writes his own letter at the moment. We don't know which of us will die - or maybe both of us? Or none of us? - so we do it both. I know that he won't read this letter even after I died, so I tell you: I can't imagine to live after he died. So if he should die in the battle, then most likely I will follow him. (If I already did, sorry to be so harsh! Creepy.)

Let me explain something. George and I made a deal, in case one of us dies and the other one survives - Why should that even happen? We won't be seperated. If we were seperated, then please don't feel guilty now, it seems like we were okay with it then. (What the hell? What would we do that for?)

So, our deal was:

If one of us dies, then the other one must not follow him right away. The time limit is one month. After one month, the remaining twin will know if he can handle life without the other. If he can do it, then it is great and he should go on with it - None of us would want the other one to throw his life away if he doesn't have to. If the remaining twin can't handle life alone, then he will follow. Therefor we prepared our last invention before the battle. It helps us to leave this life in a peaceful way, we will just fall asleep and won't wake up again. (Ew, creepy again..)

It seems like George couldn't handle living alone and it's alright. Don't start with the "Fred wouldn't want you to!"-crap, because I only want George to be happy. (If you DID say that then don't feel guilty now. I guess that's just natural..) I can understand that he wants to be with me because it would be the same if he died.

You know, it seems like we had our chance to rule the world and it didn't work. Now we have a new chance and as soon as we're together, we'll be the rulers of hell!

In alot of years you all will join us and then we'll already have our own huge kingdom where you can have a nice afterlife-life with us.

Don't cry anymore and don't dare to call your (grand)children "Fred" or "George"!

See you in many, many years

Yours, Fred

Ps. Write something cool on our grave, alright?

Molly wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her night robe. It was easy to say, "Don't cry anymore", Fred didn't know how hard it was. Of course he didn't. She was glad he didn't have to experience something like that.

But this letter always made her feel better, no matter how often she read it. After her other children and her husband had finished reading, she had made sure that it was her letter. Since then, she was the only one allowed to read it.

Dear Mom, Dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron, Ginny and Fleur,

Right now you're all sleeping and I'll be sleeping forever soon. Fred and I will rule the afterlife, I'm pretty sure of it.

It is so hard to live after one half of your soul died and I hope you understand that I just couldn't go on with this life. It's better to die than to live as half a person. Overkill?

Fred told you about our deal and I made it for one month. I couldn't handle it, but please don't blame yourselves. You were awesome and if he wasn't my twin I could've handled it with your help.

Bill and Fleur, I hope your baby will only hear the best stories about his or her uncles Fred and George and don't dare to name your children after us, any of you!

I burned all our stuff, so you can use the room. Guess it's easier like that. Sorry that I chose it as a place to fall asleep, but it's not that bad actually. I'm just telling you: We'll be happy in the afterlife, really! So have fun and live long, long lives with many, many Weasley-grandchildren with red hair and send them all to Hogwarts. Maybe one day every student in Hogwarts will be kind of related to eachother through our family! Well, hopefully not all the Slytherins..

Won't see you in a long, long time

Yours, George

So that's the new chapter, it's not exactly like I wanted it to be and I really had some difficulties with the grammar in this one. I think it sounds a little bad to have all the "had been"s and "had done"s in there, but I don't know if it's really wrong.

The last parts were pretty hard too, I hope you like them anyway.