Letters to Fred [CURRENTLY OPEN TO REQUESTS]

George

Hey Freddie.

I guess I have so much to say, I'm not sure what to write first. I know, I know, it's completely unlike me to be Dead Sirius - bit of Black humour for you there. See what I did there? No, I didn't think so. I thought you'd appreciate it a little though. Anyway, the last thing I thought I'd do when old Voldy was gone would be to write a letter to you. On second thoughts, it was the second to last thing I thought would happen; the first being for you to... *di* to leave me like this. Yet here we are - I am.

Mum thought I should write to you - that we all should. She said it would "help to relieve our pain" or something. I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. Or anyone. They act different around me, as though I'm a fragile glass that could shatter at any given moment. I guess I probably am. Either that or they don't want to be near me. Then again, I don't want half of them near me. I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up. I would like to minimize the casualties, okay? And trust me when I say that it's harder than it sounds. I try to push them away, so that they don't have to deal with such an emotional wreck, yet they all misinterpret me, and think I'm pushing them away so I can be alone with my thoughts, or so that I can join you.

But I never would. I wouldn't be brave enough for one thing - I'm not a true Gryffindor, unlike you. For another, I know you'd kill me for it (no pun intended). If you were here now, you'd tell me to stop moping around, and to "live life to the max" - for both of us. But you're not here, and that's the problem.

Why did you leave me Freddie? You're the heart and I'm the blood - we have no function without each other.

I just wish the others would understand. But they don't. None of them. And they never can.

I'll write again soon, I promise.

Much love,

Georgie.

P.S. Stop laughing at me. I can tell you are.