A letter from George.
Dear Fred,
Do you remember when we once faught who is the better half of us?
Now I know the answer.
You were.
You were so strong and much braver than me.
The pain in our family just grows and I don't know how to stop it.
I'm just to weak right now, even if your death was a few months ago.
I guess you already studied about who won the battle of Hogwarts.
Mister know-it all.
Harry and the others were powerful.
If you had been there, I know you had said your well-known "wicked" when he died.
But maybe that was not you who would said that, maybe it was the voice, that I heard whispering from above.
The wish that you are still here with me and my son.
I showed him all of our magic tricks and pranks, just like we told us we would do if we had kid.
It just wasn't so much fun like with you at all.
Sometimes I wonder why it had to be you.
It would make much more sense.
Some wise old man said " When we lose someone we love we must learn not to live without them, but to live with the love they left behind."
Sounds true, but if he would knew the pain, he would’ve said to, that sometimes this isn‘t possible.
Not that I have no fun without you Freddie, don't think your death throw me out of life.
Perhaps just a bit.
I died and drowned in my sorrow every day waiting for you.
Time is flying past me, like wind and empty talk.
But our memories are safe with me.
I love you Freddie.
More than ever.
Always, your brother and partner in crime.
Ps: our mischief is managed.
