HP- Letter to Fred Weasley
Title: Letter to Fred Weasley
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: None
Rating: Profanity free!
Disclaimer: I own nothing as usual. I'll put them back when I'm finished, promise.
I finally got the LJ cuts to work! You have no idea how happy I am about it.
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< It was time, Ginevra Potter entered her mother's room. Molly Weasley had died the previous week, and as the youngest, she felt inclined to be the one to sort out her mother's belongings. The room was very neat as it had always been, so it wasn't out of the ordinary. She hadn't been ill, at least she hadn't suffered. Ginny had magically sorted out most of the things into boxes, but then she came to her mother's dark mahogany chest of drawers. She traced her hands along the deep carvings and she tenderly opened the top drawer. It contained a select few of Fred's belongings, he would have been 49 next month. Ginny stroked his old Gryffindor scarf, his last knitted jumper he'd received the Christmas before he died. Then Ginny noticed something else, something that didn't belong to Fred, that was tucked away in the corner. A cream envelope with a broken wax seal, it had 'Fred' written on the front in her mother's neat script, inside was a letter, dated thirty years ago.
9th May 1998
My darling son,
We won. But at too great a price, you are gone, and so many others were lost too, and you can't come back, you fought like a soldier, so brave. You didn't deserve to have your life taken away. Your efforts are remembered by many. I will always have seven children, your hand on my clock stays still. And it fills my heart with sorrow knowing it will never move again. Your pictures still wave at me as I walk past them, I display them proudly in my house, along with everyone else's. But it's only your photo that brings tears to my eyes. Your smiling face looking up at me while I'm knitting the Christmas jumpers. I still knit one for you. I'll never forget. Your father says I should move on, but moving on doesn't mean forgetting. I could never forget one of my darling children, who gave so much and took so little.
So many things you were going to achieve, your Father and I love you, we will always. You were so full of life, so vivacious. You were definitely a Weasley, and we were all proud to call you one. Fred is carrying on the shop, and Ronald has postponed auror training to help out. He's going to carry on, doing it for his brother, in your honour. He cries, but he doesn't let anybody see. He feels half of him is missing, his other half has gone. A part of me has gone too.
Your funeral was lovely, many people turned out to pay their respects and remember you. No fuss, you never liked too much fuss. George set off some fireworks for you, custom made. He talked about how you ended your last year of Hogwarts, and Professor Flitwick has brought back a part of the swamp in Hogwarts to remember you by as well, an exact replica, but on a smaller scale, of the one you and your brother left a few years ago. I wasn't too pleased, but you both went to prove me wrong and I'm so proud of you, both of you. My sons.
We're gaining another Weasley though, Fleur's pregnant and they're expecting a baby this summer, Bill keeps joking that it's going to come out a dragon. He's always known how to wind me up. You'd have found it funny, and you'd have also been an uncle. Everyone's so excited, it's a sorry thing you'll miss it. But knowing you, you'll find a way. I know you Fred Weasley, your not really gone. We just can't see you, but your with us. I can feel it. My son, Fred Weasley.
We will always love you my boy.
All my love,
Mum x
Ginny stuffed the letter back into the envelope in a haze of tears and made her way downstairs.