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Not sure anime ace 2.0 bb Bitstream Vera Sans Bold Calligraph Bold Copperplate Gothic Century Gothic Kristen ITC Not sure Not sure Blackadder ITC Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Dear Fred, mum suggested i write this letter, told me it would make me feel better. i Don't see how because you cant see it and i won't 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 has changed, yet everything is the same. the joke shop is still going strong. Ron is helping me with it. It's not the same without you though. he doesn't appreciate my jokes as much as you did. I miss you so much. i keep thinking about how i never go to say goodbye and tell you i love you. i do love you. i hope you knew that even though we didn't say it much. I'm struggling, Fred. I'm not going to lie. i pretend like I'm okay, i crack jokes, i laugh, but my heart is still hurting. i keep praying that you're happy, that your having fun with tonks, and encouraging lupin to lighten up. And of course, you're with Dumbledore . it's always a party when he's around. do you ever miss me? do you ever think of me? do you wish you were still here with me? do you remember the good time we've shared? I do. Everyday. i'll stop writing now. i just wanted to let you know, i love you your partner in crime, George. Not sure anime ace 2.0 bb Bitstream Vera Sans Bold Calligraph Bold Copperplate Gothic Century Gothic Kristen ITC Not sure Not sure Blackadder ITC Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Not sure Freddy, I'm still in denial, i still thing your going to leap out of behind the sofa to scare me, like yo did when we were little, or come hurtling out of your room with George, Thick, rotten-egg smelling smoke pouring from your wake, you two cackling away as mum berated you and prayed for the day the school term started again. but George dosent laugh anymore. the corners of his mouch twitch when mum scolds ron, but theres no light in his eyes. h dosen't sleep in your room anymore. he's suppose to sleep in percy's old room, but whenever i come downstairs in the middle of the night he's there, on the couch, staring at the wall, shadows bruising his eyes, and his cheeks glistening. i'd never see him cry before that day you.... you died. He's no my George anymore. the house is a mess. the garden knomes seem to be setting up a knome city in the garden. mum keeps burning thr food. we played quidditch the day before your funeral to distract ourselves. i cut myself on the horrible nail in the broom shed again. remeber when i tried to use your broom when i was ten, and i cut myself on that? it hurt so much and i was conviced i was going to die, there was so much blood, but i couldn't tell mum because i wasn't suppose to go in the broom shed. you and George found me and you tore of the edge of your robes, even though they were your best pair, and you wrapped it around my cut and told me your best jokes to make me laugh. And then you let me wipe my noes on your sleeve and you took me back to the house. see thats why i need you! to let me wipe my snotty noes on your robes and make me laugh. i need you to to make ron shut up about harry and i, to stop mum's sobs leaking through the wall every night, and to get dad to start talking about all that crazy muggle stuff. i need you to tell percy to stop tearing out all his hair in anguish, to get charlie to stop pacing the yard looking distant, and to get fleur back to her normal infuriating self, instead of the mopey shade of her former self she has became, congratulations, big brother, you made the lustrous veela flower wilt. but most of all i want you to tell me you're, somehow. send me a flaming toilet seat or something, i dont care or just come back freddy! make us a whole again. i need me big brother love you more than you can imagine, ginny