A/N: This thought came to me when I was trying to brainstorm ideas for a different fanfiction of mine. That keeps happening to me! This actually, for once in my life, turned out way better than I expected. It actually made me cry a little, and that's pretty much how I measure good writing in this category.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Fred WOULD NOT HAVE DIED!
Why did you leave me? You swore to me you'd never go, that I'd never be alone again. But now I'm more alone than ever.
Did you know it's possible to feel lonely in a crowded room? Apparently it is. You'd laugh if you were reading this, you'd tell me I was being clichéd and dramatic. But Fred, I swear it's the truth.
It's New Year's today, Freddie. George invited me to a big party at the shop. All around me, at midnight, were happy couples kissing and being so in love. And there I was, standing alone in the middle of the room, with confetti in my hair, just wishing I could go home and cry properly.
Do you remember last New Year's? There was a party in the common room, and you snuck Butterbeer and Firewhiskey in from Hogsmeade. We got a little tipsy and at midnight you told me you loved me for the first time.
Oh, Fred, what I wouldn't give to go back to that moment, to live there forever, happy and warm in your arms. You don't know, you cannot possibly fathom how I felt when I saw you laying there, after the battle. It was the single worst thing in I've ever experienced.
It's been nearly seven months now, and not a day goes by that I don't expect you to walk through my front door, as happy and alive as ever. It still seems unfathomable to me that you're dead. You were so very alive. I still swear I see you sometimes, on the street, but when I look again you're gone. You're always leaving me.
Sometimes when George says something a certain way, or makes a certain face, he reminds me so much of you. I know that's silly, being that you're twins. Of course he looks like you.
Oh, and speaking of looking like you, by the way, I'm pregnant. I know, it's a total shocker. I'm pretty sure it happened the night before the Final Battle—well, you remember.
I'm six and a half months along; I'm starting to show a lot. They tell me it's a little girl. I so hope she has red hair and brown eyes just like her daddy. George and Angie are the only ones who know about it so far, at least for certain. I'm sure everyone else knows as well, but those two are the only ones I've actually told.
George is going to help me break the news to your family next week, I believe. They're still so nice to me, Fred; you were right when you said your mother always liked me.
It just kills me that you'll never be able to feel the baby kick, or be there when she's born. I'm thinking of naming her Delilah. I know you always liked that name, and 'Hey There Delilah' was our song after you left for the shop. I still can't listen to that song without crying, you know.
I suppose I should wrap this up now; I know how you hate such lengthy letters. If you were here, you'd say "Just spit it out already, Kittykat!"
But you're not here, and that's the problem. I miss you so much Frederick Fabian Weasley. I hope you know that you're always on my mind, and I hope that wherever you are now, you're as happy as you could possibly be. I hope you're not missing me, Fred, because it's a miserable existence. Just know that I'll love every day of forever. This is the part where you're supposed to say "And every day after." I can still hear your voice telling me that every night.
But anyways, I love you, I miss you. We're all alright down here.