Dear Fred,

Is that too formal? Sorry if it is.

I'm also sorry that I'm unsure as what to write, little brother. That I'm sorry you're gone? That I'm sorry I didn't get to see you more whilst I've been out working as a cursebreaker? That I'm sorry I couldn't be a big brother, and save you? Because I'm sorry for all of that. And more.

And I don't know what to say right now. I don't know what to do either. None of us do, because with one less person here, it feels so empty. I miss you so much. And I've never been one to express my emotions. To be all "I love you so much". Yet here I am, because you're not.

I don't know what else to write. I'll give you an update on all our lives, I suppose. Firstly, Fleur is pregnant! It's great, I know. But I don't quite know hi to tell the others yet... or her dad... You would though. You've always been great with words. Yeah, usually in attempt to work your way out of trouble, but it works at least sometimes, doesn't it?

Again, I'm sorry. But this time, it's because this letter is coming to a close; I can't write as though you'll receive this. I just can't try and tell myself that I'll get a reply, because then I'll expect one.

I'll try again soon. I promise.

Until then, Fred.

-Bill