Letters to Fred [CURRENTLY OPEN TO REQUESTS]

Ginny

Hey big bro.

How're you holding up? I'm fine I guess.

Well, not fine. Completely-at loss-because-I’m-incredibly-stressed would probably be a more accurate description.

Whilst trying to handle everything, om also having to help Harry. He's waking up every night with nightmares. Images. Dead bodies.

There was a boggart a couple of days ago, and his worst fear is himself. It changed to him being surrounded by everyone who also left us in the war. You included.

There's no way to make something like that funny. No way to turn something that happened, you're fear that came true, funny.

I doubt even you could manage, but if you did, it would be a wonderous feat.

Everyone is dealing with this differently. I'm not sure how I deal with it. I always held the image of the younger sister, the baby of the family. Yet that became a tough, fierce ginger with mum's temper.

How does the baby with the loss of their brother. One of her closest brothers?

I still have to hold the image of being strong. Because if I don't, Harry will break down more, and so will Ron. So how do I do it?

I miss you, you big idiot.

-Ginny xoxox