Dear Fred, Nov. 2, 1998

It hurts. I hurt. I feel like something is missing. No, I know something is missing. I think I'm slowing dying. I don't know what to do anymore. It's been six months since your death. I just sit on your bed and cry. Mum doesn't know what to do either. She tries to keep herself busy with cleaning and stuff. The house is practically immaculate. Dad had to go back work. Since everything is so busy trying to get everything back on track, he's not home a lot. I know he feels bad for it. He hates himself every time he leaves mum crying in the morning. Percy hasn't left his room in days. I snuck a look when he was sleeping. He looks terrible. He feels worse I'm sure. If anyone really hates himself, its him. We don't know what to do, though. Charlie went back to his work. He had to though. I think the only happy thing that has happened since your death is Fleur being pregnant. No one else knows yet though. I do, I found her puking in the bathroom one morning. He tried to hide it but…I don't know…I knew. She started crying. She didn't want anyone to know yet. Especially me. She felt so bad. Thought it would disgrace your memory. I told her it was ok though. I wasn't mad. I was really happy for her and Bill. Honestly I am too. I said that you would definitely be. She smiled at that. But still hasn't said anything. I wish she would. Or that Harry and Ginny would get married. Something….just something to get our minds off it. I miss you Fred. I miss you so much.

Love,

George.