Author's Note:

I don't own any of the letters! I got them off of google images!

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2 Weeks Later

George's POV

Fred was now home and I couldn't be happier. He was now up and ready to go. We were sitting in our room, just me and him.

"Freddie?" I said in a soft voice. Fred looked at me.

"Yeah Georgie," he replied with a softer voice.

"Do you remember the good times we had? Before the war? You know after we hard that you were 'dead'," I made air quotes. "Mum made me write letters to you, y'know to make me feel better." Fred was staring wildly, intently listening. I went to my bed and got the letters from under my pillow. I sighed. Fred took them from my hand, and smiled. I put my arm around him, as he read them.

Fred's POV

I took the first letter and read it:

Dear Fred,

Mum suggested I write 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 see your reaction to it, but I don't have anything to loose 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 has been 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 got to say goodbye and tell you I love you. I do love you. And I really hope you knew that, even if 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 hurting. I want to touch you, hug you, to hear you laugh again. (Even if I don't have an ear) I keep praying that you're happy, that you're having fun with Tonks, and encouraging Lupin to Lighten up. And of course, your with Dumbledore. It's always a party when he's around.

Do you miss me? Do you ever think of me? Do you wish you were still here with me? Do you remember the good times we shared? I do. Everyday.

I'll stop writing now. I just wanted to let you know, I love you.

And mum if your reading this, I'm fine.

Your partner in crime,

George.

I looked over at my brother. He was now leaning on my shoulder, eyes closed. I looked back at the letter. My eyes were getting wet. Is this what sadness feels like? I asked myself. Tears now rolling down my cheeks.

I moved on to the second letter. It was pretty short and it read:

Dear Fred,

Today was dad's birthday. We all had settled down on the table when mum looked around confused and said, "Where's Fred?" Before she realized...it took an hour to get her to stop crying.

Missing you,

George.

I looked again at George. I was flooding a river by now. George had fallen asleep on my shoulder. He was snoring very loudly. That was another thing I missed about him. I moved on to the next letter. This one was two letters, but in one page. They read:

Dear Fred,

Now every mirror is the mirror of erised.

Missing you,

George.

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Dear Fred,

Do you remember when I said I was feeling holy? Now I mean in my heart.

Missing you,

George.

I was sobbing now, an action that I never thought I would do. I never meant to be petrified, it was all the death eaters! George was still snoring.

"I miss you Fred. I want you back!" Mumbled George in his sleep. I cried harder if there is such a thing. I moved on to the last one:

Dear Fred,

Whenever something funny happens, I look to my shoulder to share the laugh with you. But that space is always empty. I miss you.

Love,

George.

I put the letter aside and shook George awake.

"Fred...I-I'm sorry! I fell asleep!" Said George drowsily. "I here with you mate. And I always will be. These letters are amazing." I replied, trying to hide my face. He can't see me cry! I thought.

"Freddie! Are you crying?" Said George half laughing at me. "Don't worry mate. I cried for you a lot." Said my brother, whispering the last sentence. We both stood up.

"Want to play Quidditch Freddie?" I wiped my tears and grinned. George's lips formed into a malicious grin. "Sure Georgie, let's go!" I smiled. The Weasley twins were back to work! And George was no longer lost and alone.