Letters to Fred [CURRENTLY OPEN TO REQUESTS]

Harry

Er... Hi?

Sorry, I'm not good with feelings and all that. Although, I guess you know that already.

Look Fred, I'm sorry. It's my fault, and I know that. I wish we could have swapped places - that it was me, instead of you.

But the Ministry is so messed up that they still don't have any time turners. And Ginny tells me that it's too late anyway.

I'm still sorry though man. It's... It's not cool, or fun, or any of that shit, to be me, despite what people think. I cab do whatever I want because I caused a wwar resulting in hundreds of people dying, including my Godfather, Headmaster, and several Professors. And my girlfriend's brother. Aka you.

And there I go again. That's my problem. I'm too selfish. You, however, are anything but. You died to protect your friends and family. You always saw the glimmer of hope in the dark, so that others could turn on the light.

You were brave. You were reliable. You would joke with George when he lost an ear. You are now referred to in past tense.

Ginny tells me not to blame myself, but there's so much I could have done; accioed you, or levitated either you or the wall or of the way.

Yet I did the sick move of nothing. I watched you die, and I can never stop seeing it.

Okay, I'm sorry. Right now, you'd probably crack a joke. Probably. But you can't. Abd went ever be able to ever again, and that is just not fair.

That's beside the point though.

Until the next time,

Harry.