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Letters to Freddie {1}

Dear Freddie,

Mum has us all writing you these letters, she thinks it will help us deal with the grief, she said it's a way we can say goodbye. It's so different here without you. The burrow just isn't the same. It's hard waking up every morning and looking at your bed, your empty bed. I miss the days where we would sit in our room all day making plans for our future, Weasley Wizard Wheezes it's mad right? We did it, like we actually did it, we got our own joke shop. Business is as good as always Ron's been helping out loads. Him and Hermione are together now, just like you said. Guess I owe you six galleons, I always did end up loosing our bets didn't I.

Mum called me Fred last night, she still hasn't accepted you're gone, guess that's why were all writing these letters I suppose, she thinks it will give us closure. I'm not sure about that tho, I still cry, every night. I can't get the image of you lifeless out of my head. I just want you to knock on our door and tell us all it was a big joke. I can't stand the fact that you're gone. I wish it wasn't true, I just want to hold you one last time, my twin, my other half.

I hope they're treating you good up there, I hope you've made loads of friends, and I hope you never forget all the good times we had. Like that one time we put hair die in professor Snape's shampoo, or that time we set off fireworks during our younger brothers OWLs. That was the day we left, the day our dreams became a reality. I keep thinking about how I never got to say goodbye, and tell you how much I love you. I do love you, I know we didn't say it that much but I hope that you knew how much I loved you, how much I still love you. I'm not going to lie, I'm struggling. I pretend I'm ok, I crack jokes, I laugh, but no matter how hard I try it still hurts. It's almost as if half of me has been ripped away and I'm never going to get it back.

I want to touch you, hug you, to hear your laugh one last time. Do you miss me? Do you think of me? Do you wish you were still here? Do you think of the good times? The ones when you were still here. Because I do. Everyday. I guess that's it. I'll leave this letter on your bed. I love you.

You're partner in crime, Georgie.

Dear Fred,

'How are you?' That's all anyone seems to ask me these days. I tell them I'm fine and that its gotten better. But If I'm being honest, I'm not. I cant be, you're not here. Without you, everything has changed, George doesn't laugh anymore, not the way he used to, sometimes its that hard for him, I catch him sleeping on the couch drowning in his tears. I've never seen him cry before. Charlie hasn't gone back to Romania he said he cant leave everyone again because if he does he says might loose them as well. Bill's here too, with Fleur. Percy hardly comes out of his room, mum and dad haven't smiled in ages. The letters were mums idea of closure. Ron, he's the one who tries to lighten up the room, he's the one who cracks jokes in hope of earning even a little smirk from any of us. He's trying his hardest to help, even though he's broken too.

I just want you to pop up behind me and make me jump, just like you used to when I was younger. I just want this nightmare to be over. I need my big brother, not Charlie, not Bill, not George, not Ron, I need you. The brother who taught me quidditch, the brother who held me when I cried and told me it will be ok, the brother who pranked me whenever he had the chance, the brother who let me join in on some pranks when I was feeling down, the brother who took the blame whenever I did anything wrong, and the brother who was there for me. Always.

We all went out yesterday to play quidditch and try to distract ourselves, I went into the broom shed to get your broom, I broke mine. When I was in there I cut my arm on that old nail and it hurt like mad. I remember when I was younger and I was sneaking your broom and you caught me and I cut my arm on that exact same nail. I was crying so much, you just ripped your top and wrapped it around my arm and then held me in your arms until I calmed down. When we got back to the house I remember mum making such a fuss and asking what happened, you just told her that you bet I wouldn't go into the broom shed cause I would be too scared but I wanted to prove you wrong. You covered for me, you always did. I don't think I ever thanked you enough for everything that you did for me.

I think I've wrote enough. Surprisingly this sort of helped. I didn't think it would, I mean its not like you can read it but I'm still going to tell you how much I miss you. How much I love you. And how much I want you back.

Love, Ginny xo

Dear Fred,

What's it like? Are you ok? Do you miss us as much as we miss you? Do you visit us? I have so many more questions for you. I miss you, so much. Why, why you? I try and be strong for everyone especially George. We're all so worried about him, I heard him talking to you last night, he said he wants to join you. He was crying so much. He's not ok, none of us are. Ginny has stopped bottling things up. Her and Harry are FINALLY together, I've gotten used to it. Its different, without you. The house feels odd like somethings missing. I caught mum in your room the other day she was saying how sorry she was for always mixing you guys up and not supporting your dreams at first. Speaking about the joke shop, I've been helping George out. It's actually quite fun. George is in the making of a new product, he wont tell me what it is, said its a surprise. I'll let you know what it is when I find out.

Even though the house is packed more than it has ever been, it still feels lonely. You held the family together. You need to come back, you need to make the family whole again. Charlie's eyes are always puffy, Bill's shutting everyone out, even fleur. Percy blames himself. George is getting worse, Ginny tried to be strong as well. Mum and Dad can't look at George without crying. For 3 weeks after you.. were gone. He locked himself in his room, broke every mirror in the house. If I'm being honest I'm still not sure if he's looked in a mirror since.

I built up the guts to ask Hermione to be my girlfriend, she said yes. She misses you to. She said she misses your pranks. Like she actually said that. She tried to get me to speak about you, says it will help. I just can't bring myself to without tearing up.

Say hi to everyone for me. Teddy is here, he's almost crawling. He looks like a different baby everyday. Hogwarts is opening next year, Hermione's going back to do her seventh year. I think I'm gonna be an Auror, I told harry he should teach Defense against the dark arts but he doesn't think he can bring himself to. Hermione said she's thinking of writing a book, The battle of Hogwarts. There's gonna be a memorial at Hogwarts for everyone who lost their life. I miss you.

Love, Ronald.

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A/N : Hi this is my first book, I'm just going to be making mini stories out of my favorite head cannons I hope you enjoy. I actually cried writing this aha. I really enjoy writing and I will try and update as much as I can.