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Dear Fred,
It’s been two years since you died and I can’t stop missing you. I feel like I’m supposed to be over it. Maybe not over it but be able to talk or think about you without crying like Bill, Charlie, and Ginny. George still isn’t over it, but that’s for obvious reasons. You were his rock. Percy still blames himself for not saving you in time and I did too for a while. I hated Percy so much. Every time I would see him I would cast a hex at him or shout at him or do both. It got to the point where Mum would take my wand away when he was coming over. It didn’t stop me from throwing things at him though. I eventually saw a Mind Healer. She made me realize it wasn’t Percy’s fault. We’re on good terms now.
Hermione and I are still together. She’s helped me through everything. There was a period of time where I shut her out. Those were my darker days, but she’s always so understanding. I think if you were here you would constantly make fun of me for falling for her considering how when we first met we hated each other. I think you’d call me a sap for how much I Iove her. You always found relationships silly even though you dated Angelina! She misses you too by the way, but she has George to help her. They are helping each other which I find a bit odd but my opinion doesn’t matter according to George.
I really miss you, Fred. You were always finding the humor in everything. Although I never did forgive you for turning my teddy bear into a spider! Other then that you were always the best. I never thanked you for being there for me when I needed you. I wish you were here now. I wish it was me who died in the explosion, not you. You would be able to cheer people up if I was dead. You wouldn’t be like me who can’t make jokes without knowing that you can’t. I’m so sorry, Fred.
I love you. I wish I told you that more often.
- Ron
“Ron?” Hermione whispers while she places her hand on his shoulder.
“I really miss him, Hermione…” tears were falling down his cheeks. A few of them landed on the letter but he couldn’t seem to care. He was sitting in front of Fred’s grave on his knees. Harry was standing behind him while Hermione was kneeling down beside him.
“I know you do, Ron… I’m so sorry.”
He leans into her and begins crying. He feels her arms wrap around him and then another set, which were Harrys’, wrap around him on the other side.
“I should be over it… I-I shouldn’t be like this every time…”
“Ron, he’s your brother,” Harry speaks. “You’re allowed to feel however you want to feel.”
Ron only nods and remains in their arms for a couple of minutes. The cold air of the night was refreshing and it kept him from completely breaking down. He stares at the tombstone, knowing Fred would have hated that they didn’t add ‘funniest person to ever live’ or something along those lines.
Eventually, he pulls out his wand and casts a spell so fire roses were placed in a vase. He puts his note under it and casts a spell so no one else but him could read it.
“Hope you’re still resting easy, Fred…”