Dear Fred Weasley ✔

Chapter one.

I paced back and forth trying to get Blue to fall asleep. Her cry's finally subsided and her brown eyes became hidden by her eyelids. I softly placed her down in her crib and walked down stairs to join everyone for a little bit.

"Did you finally get her to sleep dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked me. I gave her a tired smile and nodded.

"Yeah, it took ages through." I mumbled tiredly.

"Her father was the same way." Mrs. Weasley spoke without thinking. I felt tears well up in my eyes at the mention of Fred. Mrs. Weasley noticed and opened her arms widley, I ran to her and barried my face in her shoulder as small saulty tears fell from my eyes. "Its alright dear." She whispered stroking my hair.

"I-I miss him so much." I cried, thinking of my redhaired full of life handsome boyfriend. The love of my life, the one I promised we'd start a family with. But that evil bitch took him away from me. One second he was beside me and the next he was telling me he loved me for the last time. "I told him, I told him no joking around but he didn't listen. He never listened." I sobbed. I felt Mrs. Weasley's tears wet my shirt as well.

"I know dear." She whispered pulling apart from me. She made me sit down at the table and I did as she told me. She handed me a cup of steaming hot tea right as George walked in the house.

"Would you like some tear dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked her son as he sat down beside me. He nodded and took the tea she offered him. The three of us stayed silent drinking our tea until our owl flew in the window dropping the Daily profit in front of George and I.

I picked it up and read the headline out loud for them to hear, 'Harry Potter, the boy who lived, saves the wizarding world.' It said. I flipped the page and skimmed the articles written. I finally found myself at the page where all the deaths were. That when I found him. Looking back at me with his bright beautiful smile that I longed to see in person one more time was my perfect boyfriend Fred Weasley. I stood up and left the table with a fresh batch of tears in my eyes. Climbing up the stairs to mine and George's room I opened Fred's old closet and grabbed his old beat up Quidditch sweatshirt. I slipped it on over my head and turned off the lights falling into the bed him and I once shared. I grabbed his pillow that still smelt like him and wrapped my arms around it breathing it in. It smelt of natural mint and grass from his always being outside playing Quidditch with the boys. I held it as close as possible and closed my eyes pretending it was actually him.

When the bedroom door opened I sat up slightly to see George walk in, for a moment I thought he was fred, I almost ran for him but soon saw his missing ear and knew it was George.

"How are you?" George asked sitting at the bottom on my bed. I sat up as well to face him, we sat in front of each other cross legged not saying a word.

"Horrible. I can hardly sleep and when I do, he flashes through my mind so quickly before it happens. Everything I do I can't help but think of him. And little Blue, she reminds me so much of Fred sometimes I can hardly look at her and I feel like a horrible mother. I'm only nineteen for crying out loud. Fred was supposed to be here to help me raise her. And I believed him, I believed that son-of-a-bitch, and look where that landed me. A single mother with a broken heart, with no money, and her parents kicked her out. So yes, I'm horrible right now George.... and I don't know what the hell I'm doing with my life anymore."