Prologue: Dear Mum, Dad, Georgie and all my siblings

Dear Mum, Dad, Georgie and all my siblings,

If you should be reading this without me rolling on the floor in laughter three steps away, it means I've gone to live with Uncle Bilius, Fabian and Gideon. No worries, I will send them your love. Do let Tonks know I'll send her regards to Mad-Eye, and let Harry know I'll say hi to Sirius for him too. Can't help much on his parents though, seeing how I don't exactly know how they look like.

Georgie must be boiling mad when he sees this; there I was, joking about his wounded ear earlier tonight and here I am, up at 2am, writing out my will. Don't get mad, George. You look hideous when you're angry, and don't go around spoiling my handsome face.

Fact is, I was scared senseless when I saw your wound, George. I'm still scared senseless as I sit here, writing this letter from my bed. A few inches more to the left and you would be living with Uncle Bilius, leaving behind nothing, not even a scrap of word for me.

I figured, I shall be nicer to you, seeing I'm always the better twin.

Ha ha.

I do think it'll be more likely that Georgie and I will have a great laugh over this stack of wasted parchment and ink and time I could have spent sleeping, when this is all over.

I do not have a lot of possessions in this lifetime, but the following items are my most prized possessions. I would like the people I love and care for to have them if anything should happen to me.

This shall serve as the last will and testament of I, Frederick Weasley, written in sound mind and endangered body, on 28th July 1997.

Author's Note:

The idea of this came as a brainwave after I watched an episode in M*A*S*H where the protagonist, Hawkeye Pierce, made a will bequeathing individual items to the best friends of his life.

Being a fan of the Harry Potter novels, I knew long before this movie that Fred will die. But seeing it on screen was a whole new experience. Fred was taken so suddenly and cruelly from his family, I figured it would be nice for the family and his closest friends to each have a final piece of memory from him.

Just in case anyone's curious. In this story, Fred wrote the will the night after the Battle of Little Whinging.

Minor Edit: Got the name of one of the Uncles wrong. Thanks to Arish Mudra Rakshasa for pointing it out!

Signing off

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