Weasley tragedy

How can we be a team if you're six feet under the ground? *ss*

(Long title. I know. I'm having a major writer's block) The following letter was written by@LupinIsMyPatronus . Go check out her book "Letters To Fred" which is where I got this from. It's really good! With her permission, I will be reposting some of those letters in this book. Without further ado...

Dear Fred,

You idiot, why'd you have to go and get yourself killed? How can we be a team if you're six feet under, and I'm stuck up here without you? I don't think you really thought this through, Freddie.

I have much to say to you, but pen and paper doesn't really feel like the way to do it, but I don't have any other choice right now. As you know, writing and things of the academic nature have never really been our strong point, so don't expect too much.

Our.

Well, that's something I can't say now, isn't it? Among other things like we, us, twin, and Fred. I can still say them, they still apply to me. I'll always be your twin and I will always be part of a 'we' and one half of an 'us', I just can't say them without having a break down.

I can't tell you what it was like to loose you. I feel like I've lost half of me, Fred. Half of me is quite literally gone. I can't believe it, but I'm forced to because you're... just not here. It's a difficult concept to grasp after spending every day of my life with you. Describing it in words is painful because I don't know how to say it, I never imagined I'd have to, so there's no way to convey it.

The joke shop is doing well, unsurprisingly. I knew it would. However, it's difficult without you, and my heart isn't in it as much anymore. I don't have my partner to help me with pranks, and that's what inspired me to begin with. Ron helps out, and Percy lends a hand (He's not such a prat now and Ron's alright- found out he's still terrified of spiders, but that's a story for another day) but it's not the same. You understood me like no one else ever will; same way I understood you.

It isn't easy to look in the mirror either. Even though I'm a Saint, and one of my ears has been knocked off I still look like you and every time I glance at the mirror for a split second I feel like you're back. For a second I forget that you are dead and I know it's impossible but a tiny part of me hopes you are back, and for a second I believe it. This hurts Mum too, she's always crying because I look like you, she called me Fred last week. We both cried then.

That's all I have to tell you, for now. I might have to write again. All I can say is, I love you Fred, and I always will. You are my twin and my brother and I'll never ever forget it.

Your partner in crime,

George.

P.S, say hello to Padfoot, Moony, and Prongs for me, will you? I feel like we owe them a lot.

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A/N: Again, sorry for the late update. But I've been piled with work for break, and like I said, I'm having a writers block. I'm currently also begin to edit my nanowrimo novel, which I am hoping to publish before new years'. Till then, Happy Holidays! (And Merry Christmas if you celebrate it!)