I'm sitting in front of your grave like I do every year, clutching flowers and the new Weasley Wizard Wheezes products. I can't help but think of your funeral. Everyone was crying uncontrollably. Mum and Percy especially. He wishes he died instead of you y'know. Don't think of me as horrible but sometimes I wish that too. But yeah, everyone was crying. Everyone except me. All I could think about was when we took the aging potion in sixth year. We both looked ridiculous and laughed along with everyone else but were so scared. We didn't want to grow up. Didn't want to become boring adults who can't prank. We wanted to stay immature forever amd never see each other with grey beards but God, this is hard. I would give anything for us to grow old together. It hurts so much, knowing I'll never see you with a grey beard, still grinning mischievously despite old age. I love you so much Fred. I bet you're having fun up there, in Heaven. Playing pranks on that greasy Severus and selling products to other angels there. I'll always remember and love you, Gred. Happy Birthday, my amazing brother. Wait for me up there alright?

Mischief Managed,
Forge