I had finally graduated from Hogwarts. So many things happened between now and when Fred told me to do whatever I felt comfortable doing. I met my family and watched my sister die. The summer before the Battle of Hogwarts, Fred and I told Mrs. Weasley that we wanted to get married like Bill and Fleur planned to do as well. She burst into a fit of laughter and upon realizing we were serious began balling. I sat there awkwardly while Fred comforted his mother.
"This bloody war is making my children grow up too bloody fast!" Mrs. Weasley had wailed
"Mother!" Ginny had replied, coming down the stairs, "What is this about?"
"Amaris and Freddie, my Freddie, want to get married." Mrs. Weasley had answered
"There is a war going on, Mother." Ginny had pointed out
"I know, Ginny, I know," Mrs. Weasley had curled into a ball
Eventually she had given in and we went back to school as Mr. and Mrs. Fred Weasley. We became a joke at school but still got along with our close friends. Hogwarts seemed empty, though, when Harry, Ron, and Hermione left. Only Fred and George were there to cook up trouble.
Finally, they came back and the Battle of Hogwarts began. I fought side-by-side with Ron and Hermione. Fred had come with me but eventually left to help Percy. All he left me with was a quick kiss. Both of us were too caught up in the war.
News quickly came to me of his death in an explosion. I flew to the Great Hall, doubt clinging on to me. I rushed inside to see Mrs. Weasley sobbing by a cot. I didn't even make it there before falling to my knees. My husband, my love, was dead. He was gone; he wouldn't hold me anymore. He wouldn't laugh anymore.
I hadn't even reminded him I loved him before he left. Ron carried me over to his cot. I held his beautiful face in my gaze. I couldn't take it anymore and I buried my face in his cold chest, sobbing.
Now here I am at the foot of his grave, holding young Fred Jr. I should say younger you, Little Freddie. After all, I wrote this for you. Your uncle wrote some of it obviously, thinking that he would be alive to give this to you, as his son. Alas, you aren't ours, but George and Angelina's. Hey, you're grown up now. I bet you'll look like your father, you do now anyways. You can still change the world, can still break hearts, just like Fred. Go break my heart, Fred Jr.
I love you Fred Jr.