Dear Beloved Twin,
I suppose me putting the two words "dear" and "beloved" together to address you is enough to imply your importance in my life. So I shall not blabber about all anymore that-eh?
I wrote this letter a few weeks before the war, when you went with Bill and Fleur to buy decors for their new house and I very convincingly refused saying I wasn't feeling very well. I do hope this letter never reaches you and I can burn it down for good, if and when the war is over with me alive. But if it has, I am here to tell you that you were never better looking than me. And all your jokes are far less comical than mine. Nevertheless, to have a twin sibling means to have a person in this world that is the exact replica of you and knows you the best. I can never imagine what it would be like with us apart, yet you are living without me. My pain and suffering is gone, but you are living with it, everyday. How do I know? Because you are my twin and I would have felt the same if you were dead.
Death is so final and conclusive, George. I realize this now, with everyone worried about it. Remember what Harry told when he gave us his gold? "We can all use some good laughter" It was one of the most honest statement ever been spoken. Laughter indeed has a unique power, and both of us have served many with it. This reminds me, shouldn't that make us the kings of the world, as we made many smile?
That is what I meant to tell you, George. That becomes our legacy. Spread as many smiles as you can. For that is who we were meant to be, I believe so. I know how unimaginably arduous it must be for you, without me, to carry on. But know this George, if our places were reversed wouldn't you want me to do the same and move on? People say life is difficult, I would ask them compared to what?
If you have got this letter, then you are alive and I am dead. I rejoice knowing you are living. For life is full of possibilities and I want you to live it well. I cannot ask you to not weep or mourn for me because that is important as well, but can ask you to do what we are the best at. Find yourself a girl. Go to Quidditch matches with family. Make sure the family dinners are full of pranks. Never let mum stop yelling. Look after dad's muggle stuff. Most importantly, never let the Wizarding World to ever forget Weasleys Joke Shop. For you, I pray you never fall short of jokes and pranks and love.
Take care. Smile.
Your twin, Fred.
Mischief Managed.
I read and re-read the letter. I do not know what to say or how to react. I find myself getting up and going towards the mirror. I look in it but instead find Fred staring back. Hmph. I did mourn for him and weep for him. I hold the letter by its edges. I do wish I never got this letter, but I have. I must live with it now. Fred, I call out to him in my mind, thank you for this. You are right, if I were dead and you were alive nothing would sadden me, not even my death, but seeing you low, glum and despondent. You are also right about spreading laughter, these last few weeks since you been gone it indeed seems as though the world has lost all of its colours. But then again, you are also right about how miserable and difficult it is to continue without you. I stop and look at the letter. How strange, I think, that one piece of paper and a few words can change us? I stare back at the mirror and speak out to him in my mind, but then I think I shall do what we are the best at-eh? I smile at my reflection and by obvious laws it smiles back at me, I pretend Fred does. I give a glance at the letter once more and fold it twice. I move towards the many drawers and shelves thinking of where best to put it.
But then I walk back toward the mirror. I look in it, and as I pretend Fred staring back, I speak to him "If I keep this, I will always hold on, won't I?" with that I take my wand and with a spell vanish it. I sense him smiling at me and the Fred in my mind voices again; there you go the first right thing you did without me, you gonna be a' right twin. I send a voice back, will you stay still? I can feel him smile, and tell me, where else would I be?
I had only just found Bill's picture, the one where he was dressed up as a girl, and had tormented him enough. The picture lies safe with me now. Bill sulked all through dinner, adding to that Mum and Fleur continued to torment him by poking him about his sulking behaviour. It was very amusing.
No, life is not very difficult, and I will also say that it is not very simple either. Life is what we make of it. We can choose to hold on or let go and move on. Some situations make us want to let go, and some make us want to hold on. What we choose is what matters.
That was not me speaking or my mind's monologue. It was Andromeda Tonks. She had dropped in for dinner, with baby Teddy, and just as she was about to leave I thought of how much this lady had lost and how much she had been put through, yet here she is looking after her grandson, like beginning life all over again. I rushed towards her and as I walked her outside, I asked her, "Life has been hard on you. You still look terrific." And then she looked me straight square on the eye, to say those words.
I don't know where Fred's letter is, or why had I been given this fate, but I do realize this that living is far more worth and to live by spreading laughter highers worth.
I walked back towards the Burrow with these thoughts, and I see the shutters of the ground floor living room are open. I see Ron and Hermione bickering, with a tart in Ron's hand. Harry is also a part of the argument, but merely for amusement, from what I gather. Ginny sits on the chair across the sofa, shamelessly laughing with her red hair glowing in the fire.
"Found what you were in search for", Fred in mind chuckles.
I nudge him aside and pace my way back. To my home. Into the kitchen. Why? Well, since Ron's got a tart, I might as well as get on some prank with the remaining food.
Authors note- This is my first fanfiction writing. I hope all of you reading this found some comfort. Just sending across a thank you to everyone reading this and hoping it was not too terrible. Warm wishes to you all!
