Post by Zoe on Oct 4, 2011 23:00:06 GMT -8
Title: Brothers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 974
Warnings (if any): Mentions of canon death
Summary: Ron doesn't always know what to say, he only wishes he didn't have to say it in a stupid letter.
AN: This kind of got away from me, orginally it was supposed to be light and fluffy
Fred,
I don’t even know why I’m bothering to write this stupid letter, if you knew you’d laugh yourself silly. I guess that’s the point really, you’re not here to make fun of me. You’re not here to laugh at me for writing a stupid letter, and you should be. Growing up I never quite knew whether to look up to you and George, or to hate you. You were both just so good at everything. You never had to put any effort in, everyone just loved you.
I’ve always been the odd one out, even more so then Percy. Oh sure, Percy doesn’t get along with the family that well, but he belongs more than I do. All of you were perfect, good at things that I still have to work at just to be halfway decent. Bill was head boy in Hogwarts, and became a curse breaker. He was always the coolest, and the whole family looks up to him.
Charlie was an amazing quidditch player, and Captain of the Gryffindor team. He works with Dragons, and really how can I ever top that? Percy, for all of his rules and stuffiness, was a Prefect and Head Boy. He was the top of all of his classes at Hogwarts, and even though he took the Ministry’s side, he fit in better than I did because like the rest of you he stood out.
You and George were the pranksters, and always the life of the party. You guys may not have got the best grades but you were brilliant just the same. Ginny was the only girl, and besides that she was just a brilliant as the rest of you.
I’ve never been brilliant, and I never will be. Sure I was a Prefect, but we all know that I didn’t deserve it. I was never the best quidditch player, or head boy. Even my friends are better than me. Harry, the chosen one. The boy who lived, and the defeater of Voldemort. Hermione, the smartest witch I’ve ever known. They’ve always out shone me, and what’s worse is that I let it get to me. I’ve turned my back on Harry twice, and while I came around eventually the fact is that I did and I know that none of you would have.
And now you’re gone and I’ll never get the chance to tell you any of this. I’ll never get the chance to try and beat you, just to prove to myself that I can. You’re gone, and nothing is that way it was supposed to be. Mum left your hand on the clock, and every day she looks at it as if it will suddenly say that you’re on your way home.
I can’t even be upset about it, and maybe that’s the worst part. Between George being as lost as he is without you, Mum more depressed then I ever thought possible, Dad trying to be brave for everyone, Ginny completely closing herself off from everyone besides Harry, Percy overcompensating for his actions, Bill and Charlie wishing they had done more, I can’t be upset. If I do, they think I’m selfish. They think I’m looking for attention, jealous as always, and it’s not fair because I do miss you.
Sometimes I wonder what you would say if I told you this, and I can’t imagine you doing anything other than making fun of me because that’s all you’ve ever done. I looked up to you and George more than any of the others, and I wonder if you even cared. You never seemed to think very much of me. You were always there for Ginny when she needed you, comforting her, joking with her, teaching her, and just being there for her. I never had that, not from you or anyone else in the family.
Harry and Hermione are my real family, the family that I chose. Not that I don’t consider the rest of you family or love you any less, but they are the first people I go to when something is wrong. Harry and Hermione are the ones that know me better than anyone else, and they care for me more than the rest of you do. I’m not just a second thought to them, and I was with you. If I were to be put under Veritaserum and asked no name my family their names would come before anyone else’s.
If it had been either of them that died in your place I don’t think I would have recovered. But it wasn’t them, it was you. And as much as I miss you and wish you hadn’t died I know that one day I’ll be okay. I know that you feel the same way about George as I feel about Harry and Hermione, if George had died you would have wished it had been me instead of him. You can’t blame me for being relieved they both survived, I just wish you had too.
Sometimes I wonder if it had been me how quickly the family would move on. How quickly George and you have gone back to work? How soon would Mum have put away the clock? How quickly would I have been forgotten? Because Fred, you’ll never be forgotten. I’m just not so sure that that I wouldn’t be if it had been me.
Maybe it’s best that I’ll never find out. Maybe I wish that I could find out, if it meant that you could live. Because no matter what your still my brother, even though I’ll never see you on Christmas again, or on my birthday, or on your birthday.
No matter what your still my brother and you always will be. That means something to me, but sometimes I’m just not sure what exactly.
Your brother,
Ron
Awarded 10 Points, by Zoe, on October 5 2011.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 974
Warnings (if any): Mentions of canon death
Summary: Ron doesn't always know what to say, he only wishes he didn't have to say it in a stupid letter.
AN: This kind of got away from me, orginally it was supposed to be light and fluffy
Fred,
I don’t even know why I’m bothering to write this stupid letter, if you knew you’d laugh yourself silly. I guess that’s the point really, you’re not here to make fun of me. You’re not here to laugh at me for writing a stupid letter, and you should be. Growing up I never quite knew whether to look up to you and George, or to hate you. You were both just so good at everything. You never had to put any effort in, everyone just loved you.
I’ve always been the odd one out, even more so then Percy. Oh sure, Percy doesn’t get along with the family that well, but he belongs more than I do. All of you were perfect, good at things that I still have to work at just to be halfway decent. Bill was head boy in Hogwarts, and became a curse breaker. He was always the coolest, and the whole family looks up to him.
Charlie was an amazing quidditch player, and Captain of the Gryffindor team. He works with Dragons, and really how can I ever top that? Percy, for all of his rules and stuffiness, was a Prefect and Head Boy. He was the top of all of his classes at Hogwarts, and even though he took the Ministry’s side, he fit in better than I did because like the rest of you he stood out.
You and George were the pranksters, and always the life of the party. You guys may not have got the best grades but you were brilliant just the same. Ginny was the only girl, and besides that she was just a brilliant as the rest of you.
I’ve never been brilliant, and I never will be. Sure I was a Prefect, but we all know that I didn’t deserve it. I was never the best quidditch player, or head boy. Even my friends are better than me. Harry, the chosen one. The boy who lived, and the defeater of Voldemort. Hermione, the smartest witch I’ve ever known. They’ve always out shone me, and what’s worse is that I let it get to me. I’ve turned my back on Harry twice, and while I came around eventually the fact is that I did and I know that none of you would have.
And now you’re gone and I’ll never get the chance to tell you any of this. I’ll never get the chance to try and beat you, just to prove to myself that I can. You’re gone, and nothing is that way it was supposed to be. Mum left your hand on the clock, and every day she looks at it as if it will suddenly say that you’re on your way home.
I can’t even be upset about it, and maybe that’s the worst part. Between George being as lost as he is without you, Mum more depressed then I ever thought possible, Dad trying to be brave for everyone, Ginny completely closing herself off from everyone besides Harry, Percy overcompensating for his actions, Bill and Charlie wishing they had done more, I can’t be upset. If I do, they think I’m selfish. They think I’m looking for attention, jealous as always, and it’s not fair because I do miss you.
Sometimes I wonder what you would say if I told you this, and I can’t imagine you doing anything other than making fun of me because that’s all you’ve ever done. I looked up to you and George more than any of the others, and I wonder if you even cared. You never seemed to think very much of me. You were always there for Ginny when she needed you, comforting her, joking with her, teaching her, and just being there for her. I never had that, not from you or anyone else in the family.
Harry and Hermione are my real family, the family that I chose. Not that I don’t consider the rest of you family or love you any less, but they are the first people I go to when something is wrong. Harry and Hermione are the ones that know me better than anyone else, and they care for me more than the rest of you do. I’m not just a second thought to them, and I was with you. If I were to be put under Veritaserum and asked no name my family their names would come before anyone else’s.
If it had been either of them that died in your place I don’t think I would have recovered. But it wasn’t them, it was you. And as much as I miss you and wish you hadn’t died I know that one day I’ll be okay. I know that you feel the same way about George as I feel about Harry and Hermione, if George had died you would have wished it had been me instead of him. You can’t blame me for being relieved they both survived, I just wish you had too.
Sometimes I wonder if it had been me how quickly the family would move on. How quickly George and you have gone back to work? How soon would Mum have put away the clock? How quickly would I have been forgotten? Because Fred, you’ll never be forgotten. I’m just not so sure that that I wouldn’t be if it had been me.
Maybe it’s best that I’ll never find out. Maybe I wish that I could find out, if it meant that you could live. Because no matter what your still my brother, even though I’ll never see you on Christmas again, or on my birthday, or on your birthday.
No matter what your still my brother and you always will be. That means something to me, but sometimes I’m just not sure what exactly.
Your brother,
Ron
Awarded 10 Points, by Zoe, on October 5 2011.