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 Fred4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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
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 George5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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
For FredI'm holeyFor Fred4 years ago in Drama More Like This
My brother was not
His face, so identical to mine
My brother in heaven
His arm, so strong with his bat
My brother is not
The happy times we shared
We blew stuff up
My brother was not, even as he was killed
The ghost of his last laugh
You were daring
You were the ringleader
You were more outgoing
You were forgiving
We were pranksters
We were friends
We were family
We were brothers
I'll miss you
I love you Fred
Ficlet: Fred WeasleyFiclet: Fred Weasley5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Title: Last Laugh
Penname: MickeyMadison or Chellendora
Warnings: Angst, death, depression
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but if I did I wouldn't have killed Fred! D:
"Fred, put me down!" you shrieked into the ear of the much taller red headed boy. He had thrown you over his shoulder and was running towards the lake with every intention of throwing you in. "Don't you dare! Fred!"
Fred only laughed and upon reaching the edge of the lake, tossed you into the water. You didn't go without a fight though, because before you were completely free of him, you managed to grab a hold of the front of his robes and bring him in with you.
You smiled at the memory, looking up at the sky as you rocked back and forth on your porch swing. Fred had always been a lot of fun, even when you were mad. But looking back on it, being dunked into the lake wasn't all that bad.
You stood on the tips of your toes
A Letter from Remus LupinDear Harry,A Letter from Remus Lupin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you're reading this, I can only assume that you have won. If you had not, it would only make sense for you to be dead.
I can also assume that if this letter is in your possession, I was one of the casualties.
I know how you must be feeling, Harry. I need you to read this letter carefully. It's terribly important.
I want you first to know that no losses that occurred in this war were your fault. I know you feel the guilt, Harry. Understand that the people who fought in the battle did not fight it for you. They fought it for themselves, and more importantly, for the world. You were an extremely crucial part of the war, I do not deny that. But you were not the cause. This battle was inevitable. Whether it happened when it did, where it did, or elsewhere at another time. It would have happened eventually. Perhaps it is better that it happened now. Many losses would have been sustained in this fight, and if those same losses had not occurred had the battle not been when it ha
Fred + George Weasley AnalysisFred + George Weasley Analysis8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Fred & George: A Short Character Analysis
Right, so first off I'm a big fan of the twins: both twins, not just Fred. I've always appreciated both as separate characters and I've never really understood how so many people never picked up on their differences. So I decided to do what I do best - RANT (wayhey!). Keep in mind this is just my own opinion based on what I've read in books 1-7.
In the first place it's important to know and understand the twins' differences, especially if you're writing a story that puts particular focus on them. Yes, both twins are bonkers, fun-loving, flirtatious, stubborn and lest we forget both in the possession of a razor sharp wit. The books may describe them as identical right down to the last freckle, but this doesn't mean that they are one hundred percent identical in personality - no twins are. In fact, if Fred and George were the same they wouldn't make such a good team. Fred and George are a perfect double act and in any double act you
Fred WeasleyxReader - A Broken Promise"*Sigh* When will he come back?"" You muttered to yourself as you wait at the small lake outside of your quaint, little village named Ottery St. Catchpole.Fred WeasleyxReader - A Broken Promise4 years ago in Drama More Like This
You were waiting for two friends of yours that you have taken a liking to. They are both funny, smart and the two of them always knew how to entertain you even at the darkest of times. They're identical twin brothers and the two of them are almost always never seen apart, though you've always hung out with the two of them, you found yourself getting more and more attached to the older one who introduced himself as Fred Weasley.
You remember the day you first met the twins, it was on a snowy day one year ago, you were ice skating at the village's frozen lake when you suddenly heard a loud "CRACK" in the woods behind you, you went over to investigate the source of the noise and when you did, you were greeted by the sight of two young men, the two of them were identical, from their flaming red hair to their brown eyes and right
The Twin Reflection"Daddy, daddy!"The Twin Reflection4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
Tribute to Fred WeasleyRed hair, happy smile, determined.Tribute to Fred Weasley4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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.
Water Balloon(Weasley Twins X Reader X Lee Jordan)Water Balloon(Weasley Twins X Reader X Lee Jordan)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Bloody hell Fred!” You shouted angrily. It was Saturday, and you had just come back from the library with a stack of books. You were currently standing in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, dripping wet. Fred had decided to launch a water balloon war with Lee and George, and you just happened to walk in when Fred threw a particularly large one.
“Madam Pince is going to murder me.” You moaned when you saw that every single book was splattered with water.
“Oh, sorry __y/n__...” Fred said nervously, hoping you wouldn’t be too angry with him (you were damn scary when you were mad). You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to keep your calm and not hex him into oblivion.
Without a word, you trudged through the common room and into the dormitory so you could change out of your clothes, and plan your revenge on Fred.
“Hey Fred.” You said cheerfully when you saw him in the Great Hall the next morning. Fred looked at y
A Letter from George Weasley Hey Fred,A Letter from George Weasley3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You'd take the mickey out of me if you knew I was writing this, but you can never be too careful when it comes to a war. So here goes.
I'm not really too sure what to write. I guess it's just that we've been by each other's sides all our lives, so it's not easy for me to figure out what to say to you in case we get separated. That scenario doesn't leap easily to mind.
I suppose I just want to start off by saying that it's okay. I can just hear you swearing at me and yelling that it isn't. And you're right. It's not. Sorry. But even if it's not okay, look Don't be too sad, okay? I mean, yeah, you're going to be sad, but Argh. Let me try this again.
It'd be really weird for either one of us to be without the other. Bad weird, not good weird. If it had been you But it's not you, not if you're reading this. And I'd rather you read this than not. Truth be told, if you're reading this, I'm glad, in a weird sort of way. Rather me th
Bruised (Sirius Black x Reader)A smile flashed across the face of his opponent. No one would ever have expected their rivalry to culminate to this unexpected duel, but Sirius Black could not just allow an insult to go unpunished. Even though his opponent didn't seem to care about the consequences of battling in the middle of Great Hall.Bruised (Sirius Black x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was so focused on defeating his opponent quickly, he didn't see the stunning spell sent nonverbally across the hall from the witch's wand toward the conveniently placed mirror near him. What exactly it was doing there, no one was certain. However, despite it's origin being unknown, it was still effective, the stunning spell reflected at the Gryffindor, hitting him in the side sending him flying.
"Nice try Black, but you'll have to quicker than that," the (h/c) witch said with a smirk.
"One day I'll get you, (Y/N)," Sirius replied, groaning with the attempt to lift his body from the ground.
"I think I'll die before that day ever comes."
The picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestal1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Its so beautiful"
they always say
the picture of us
as we fell
so very far astray,
sometimes I wonder
what they see
if we look so far away
somewhere where "Its so beautiful"
could always be used
Fred Weasley x Reader- Love potionsYou strolled down the halls of Hogwarts school towards the Gryffindor commonroom. Stating the password for the portrait, you cheerfully climbed in and prepared to load your stuff on the nearest table.Fred Weasley x Reader- Love potions3 years ago in Romance More Like This
But you froze as the one and only Fred and George Weasley caught your eye.
"Hullo, (Name), how's it going?" George grinned at you. You shrugged and returned his grin. You took cautious steps towards them, because they were doing some strange experiment-They continuously tell you they're 'preparing for the future'.
"So...what're you doing now?" You sat down beside them, and gazed into the strange liquid they were mixing.
"Oh, just a love potion. Mind sharing what it smells like to us, (Name)?" Fred motioned to the so called love potion, and you slowly, carefully, bent your head to it to take a small whif.
"Oh, it smells just like (Insert something you really love.**It can't be Fred or George, you silly billies! (- u o ))!" You exclaimed, just remembering how much it brought happiness to yo
Flirt George Weasley x ReaderThe smell of pine and baking cookies drifted through the air, the smell of Christmas. The radio was on in the background George, f/n and Charlie were in the living room with the others either at work or out shopping with the exception of Molly who was busy around the house readying for the guests. George looked up to see the h/c female laughing with the muscular red head, their arms interlinked and a slight blush on your cheeks. He rolled his eyes and continued to read the Daily Prophet whilst trying to block out the giggling.Flirt George Weasley x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
F/n and his family always got on well, he mused; Molly loved having another girl to fuss over, she was like a big sister to Ginny and you enjoyed playing Quidditch. You filled part of the hole that Fred had left, always being there for George but never trying to replace Fred. Whilst the pair of you openly said you were together never did you publically show it and Charlie was trying to see if George got jealous, he had been flirting since the moment he had
InfinityI once knew a girl, who wrote with mascara,Infinity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because, she could find no other use for it.
And I once knew a girl who kept her canvas blank,
Not by choice, but by default.
And I once knew a girl, who was built with a thousand colours,
The shades clashing, what was right, and what was wrong.
And I once knew a girl who wanted to die laughing,
Choking on the endless ocean of her blood.
And I once knew a girl who would walk behind her friends as they passed the mental hospital at the night's darkest hour,
And she'd say, "I'll be killed first, I'll die protecting you."
And I once knew a girl who was fearless of common fears,
She'd walk on, through the dark.
And I once knew a girl, who wanted everything,
Everything that had nothing in common with the last,
And I knew a girl who got tired of answering the same questions,
Reciting the answer as if it was 0+0= infinity.