One week later

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Dear Fred,

I know you'll never read this but Hermione said it would help me, so here goes.
It's been a week since you died and I don't eat, I don't sleep. I can't bear to look in the mirror as every mirror is the mirror of Erised, the mirror Ron and Harry found in their first year. We should be celebrating the end of the war but how can I celebrate without my other half?

No one else dares mention your name in front of me, like I'm fragile. But I'd rather hear them talk about you than not, it's an insult to your memory. We were together since before birth, we are broken apart at nineteen. That's a long time, but not compared to the average lifetime of a wizard. That means I will spend over half my life without you and I can't bear that. I miss you, Fred. I miss you beyond words.

Your brother,
George

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