Dear GeorgeDear George,
I know that you are wondering whatever to that letter Mum told you to write. You think that you might have lost it, might have thrown it away on accident, or that Mum has it somewhere. But honestly, isn't that all a bit stupid, George?
I have it. You might think that this is a cruel prank that Ron is pulling on you, but it's not. Fred Weasley is the only one who makes cruel pranks. Yes George, Fred the perfect angel has it. I've been reading it non-stop. I just can't stop reading it.
I realized that things would be different when I died. Everything about you would be different, and that was the one thing on my mind when I died. How you would be alone, how you wouldn't be a twin anymore. I ruined our plans of dying at the exact same moment. Nobody would hear anything from the more handsome and charismatic twin ever again.
It's quite fun up here, actually. Tonks and I have to constantly remind Lupin that he is now with his friends and now he won't be turning in to any wolf a
Dear FredDear FredDear Fred2 years ago in Profiles
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Mum suggested I write you this letter, told me it would make me feel better. I don't see how because you can't see it and I won't get to see your reaction to it, but I don't have anything to lose, so here we are.
It's been a year since you died. Everything is still the same, but somehow, it feels different. The joke shop is still as strong as it was with you here. Ron is helping me out but the little git doesn't appreciate my jokes and ideas as much as you did.
I miss you so much, Fred. I keep thinking about how I never got to say my final good-bye to you and tell you how much I love you. I do love you. I hope you knew that even though we never said it much to each other. Or anyone else.
I'm struggling. I'm not going to lie to you, Fred. I pretend like I am okay, I laugh, I joke around, but my heart is still hurting. I want to hug you, pull pranks with on Ron and Hermione when they start snogging, to hear you again. I pray every night hoping your having fun with Tonks, encour
The Twin Reflection"Daddy, daddy!"The Twin Reflection2 years ago in General Fiction
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George Weasley looked up as his 4 year old son, Fred Junior, came running into the room, grinning excitedly. George caught him in his arms, swinging him round in a circle.
"I saw a gnome in the garden and it made a rude noise!" he said, looking as if Christmas had come early. George laughed and tickled the red-headed boy, who squealed delightedly.
"Oh, and what did you do?" George asked in a good-humoured voice. Fred's face turned solemn.
"I made one back, of course!" Fred Jr said in a matter-of-fact voice. George couldn't help laughing at the boy's serious face, recognizing the twinkle in the boy's blue eyes. He thought, yet again, of how similar his son was to his son's namesake; the first Fred Weasley - George's brother.
"And then," the boy continued, smiling proudly, "I told it that it had better watch out because you're the best de-gnomer for miles around!"
George pulled his son close for a hug, laughing softly.
"Well..." he amended q
Fred Never Left GeorgeHere I am, sitting on our bed at home. Yes, I still call it our bed. How are you, Fred? I'm doing well now, I guess. I took your advice. I've never felt happier this year.Fred Never Left George3 years ago in Short Stories
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We planned our future the night before you left me. We were going to share a mansion and our kids would be best friends, remember? We were supposed to chase each other using wheelchairs when we became old and grew white hair. I'm sure you would still admit that you were better looking.
They tell me I barely ate for weeks. The hunger is nothing compared to the pain of losing you. When I look in the mirror, sometimes I wonder if it's you I'm looking at. But it can't be. The pale-faced, thin, person with eyebags in the mirror never even smiled. Even on our gloomy days, you'd always stay positive and cheer me up with your smile, Fred.
I feel so lonely walking on the streets with nobody by my side. If you were here, I bet we'd be waving like idiots to the strange
Death of a Weasley George Weasley ran through the ruins of Hogwarts's entryway. The bodies of dead and injured wizard students, his friends, lay everywhere, littering the crushed and bloody blocks of stone from the thick, towering walls. People were screaming, crying, talking in low voices, and cursing, mourning their fallen family and friends.Death of a Weasley2 years ago in Settings
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Now, George would have normally stopped and done whatever he could to help his fellow students, but he was looking for people far dearer to him than friends. His family was somewhere among this horrific chaos.
He dashed around a few wizards with bandages around their legs, and he somehow toppled over a very small first year. She spun for a moment, and then she fell over. George halted. The girl was crying and her brown eyes were filled with loss and abandonment. He stopped for a moment and he helped her to her feet, and he brushed off her torn Ravenclaw robes.
"Sorry love, I didn't mean to knock you off your feet!" He said, catching
Tribute to Fred WeasleyRed hair, happy smile, determined.Tribute to Fred Weasley2 years ago in Short Stories
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He was so young.
He was so beautiful.
I wish I could say he lived a happy life.
He was a stunning flower that died; after the snow came down.
When Fred Weasley died in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I shed enough tears to fill a glass of water to the top. It wasn't possible. Fred couldn't have.
He was charming, handsome, funny. He most certainly did not deserve to die.
I was shocked when I read the words on paper, my eyes filled with tears. And seeing it on the big screen, it just made me sob, go to sleep thinking about him, like he was someone I loved, somebody I knew personally.
Most people were shocked by Fred's death, by everyone's death.
Snape, Remus, Tonks. Everyone.
They all seemed to be apart of us. We grew up with them all. One night, recently after reading those sad words, I started to go deep into thought. What George must have gone through, seeing his twin brother, lie dead on the floor, how hard that would be for him.