*Hey Fred* Hello son.

How are you? Good? Good.

I miss you.

We all do.

Bet you're sick of that, eh?

I remember when you and George bet all your money and that stupid Bagman repaid you with Leprechaun gold. Thieving scumbag. What about the time you, Ron, George, and Harry turned up in the early morning hours and your mum told me you'd driven to Surrey and back! She was furious. Hmm, she's been furious with you thousands of times though, hasn't she? I guess you're kinda used to it by now...

I know, I know. I'm living in the past. But that's the only way in which I can deal with it. I try not to use your nickname written down. Look at the last three letters, Freddie. How does even your name hurt me?

Fred, this is hurting more than that snake bite did.

Why won't it go away?

Please make it stop.

I act brave to the others, but deep down I'm a mess.

I don't know what else to say other than that I'll write soon.

Okay?

Okay.

Write soon,

From Dad

P.s. Sorry it's so short!