Since I've gotten such a good response to the first one, I've decided to turn another one of the images from letterstomrpotter. tumblr. com into a short story. This one is quite short, and pretty sad. Again, anything you recognise is not mine.
Dear Uncle Fred,
Muffled sobs made their way through the walls of Fred's bedroom, along with his mother's soothing voice. It never helped. Twice every year his father's cries would keep him up, wishing there were something he could do.
"Freddie?" Fred popped his head up to find his twin sister at his door, clinging to her teddy bear, a frown creasing her brow.
"Shh, Rox. C'mere." Roxanne crossed to his bed and slipped in beside him.
"Is daddy going to be okay?" She whispered.
Fred nodded. Tomorrow morning they would rise and attend the memorial. Their father would remain silent throughout. Afterward they would go to the Burrow, where he would plant a massive grin on his face and make sure nobody spoiled Victoire's birthday celebration.
I wish I knew what you used to do to cheer him up.
Sincerely,
Fred II