Dear Fred
It's been three months and seventeen days since I lost you. It's hard to see people going about their lives as if the war didn't happen, while I'm here struggling to survive. I visited your grave, I spoke to you, but it was a monologue because you didn't reply. Harry proposed to Ginny. There's a big party, but I'm sat upstairs in our room, on your bed, writing. I'm not in the mood to party.
People are saying I'm a ghost of who I once was, like a shell. That's ironic, because I'd give anything for you to be a ghost right now. At least it would mean that I could still have you around.
George
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Dear Fred
FanfictionHermione suggests to George that he should write letters to Fred to bring him emotional closure. But what happens when someone starts writing back?
