I Know The End {Fred Weasley, ACT I}

Chapter 54- Love Letters From the Burrow

May 7th, 1996

Dear Eleanor,

I'm sorry. For leaving like that. I promise you that wasn't our plan. At least it wasn't plan A.

I thought I'd let you know that we made it out safely. We're at the Burrow right now, slowly moving our things out to the flat we've rented. It's right above what'll be the store. We will definitely need your help in setting that up. I can't wait to show you around, I think you'll like it.

I miss you already and it's only been a few hours. Write me back soon.

Fred

May 9th, 1996

My dearest Eleanor,

I know you're probably still mad at me. I'm sorry, I wish it didn't end that way. Obviously, I never enjoyed the learning aspect of Hogwarts, but I didn't really want to leave yet. I liked being there. I liked spending time with our friends. I liked seeing your face every day.

I miss you a shit ton. More than I thought was humanly possible, and it's right annoying really. What's even more annoying is that you won't write me back. Okay, maybe it's only been two days. But still. I want to know what you're thinking.

Even if you're mad, could you at least let me know that you're okay? Just tell me I'm an ass and that you're better off without me. Call me whatever names or insults you want to throw my way, just say something. Anything.

Fred

May 11th, 1996

Okay, maybe I don't think things through, maybe I should have realized that the swamp prank would end disastrously. Maybe I'm reckless and stupid. Maybe I deserve your silence. Maybe it's retribution for my silence back in January, and if it is, then I definitely deserve it.

Because I had no idea that silence could be this painful.

Could you meet me in Hogsmeade? You name the place, day, time, and I'll be there. I need to hear your voice. I need to see you.

Please.

Fred

May 12th, 1996

Ella,

I bought an owl. I remember promising you that I would never buy one. I mean, what's the point when you can just borrow one from someone else?

But I bought an owl. His name is squawk.

I got this stupid owl because I was worried Errol wasn't delivering my letters. Because, you know, I've sent you quite a few.

Squawk I trust to deliver my letters. Errol not so much.

I think you know what I want to talk to you about. Isn't it insanely obvious by now? Just meet me somewhere. Anywhere.

Don't make me say what I need to say in a letter. Please.

Fred

May 13th, 1996

El,

I'm sorry we left you. Fred's even sorrier. To be completely honest, he's an absolute wreck without you. So, could you just reply to one letter? If not for him, then for me?