I mixed the last page of the epilogue (read by the amazing Stephen Fry) with Leaving Hogwarts, changed the levels and unfortunately to make it fit, cut some bits out. But yes. This is what it sounds like.
I’M HONEST TO GOD CRYING MY EYES OUT RIGHT NOW
WHAT IS THIS MAGIC?
OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.
And it also helps that this is my favorite Harry Potter music piece.
It’s raining on my face D:
Just the forbidden forest in my eye, nbd.
OH MY FUCKING GOD CHILLS AND TEARS AND VOMIT EVERYWHERE
Neville plopped down onto the hard floor below, and leaned up against the broken pillar behind him. He really only had a few minutes of silence before everyone came back from dinner. Well, honestly, it wasn’t much of a dinner as most of the house elves either got killed, or were too afraid to work any longer.
“Why did you not come down for dinner?” A soft voice came from beside him. Neville jumped, nearly dropping his wand as he shot a glare over at the culprit. “L-Luna…” Neville said, as his expression softened upon seeing the girl. She blinked innocently, folding her arms behind her back. “They have pudding, you know. It’s not cold, but it is better than nothing.” Neville gave a half smile, before sitting back down on the steps. “Not hungry.”
She nodded nonchalantly, rocking back and forth on her heels for a few moments, before sitting down beside the boy. Neville turned his gaze to her, and nearly lost his breath at the sight before him.
“What are you doing?” Luna asked, nodding towards Neville’s foot that was slightly fidgeting. “H-Huh?” Afraid that she had noticed his staring, he looked down at his foot, and quickly straightened up. “O-Oh, sorry. That’s nothing.”
“Are you nervous? Nerves usually cause abnormal shaking.” Neville furrowed his brow, and shook his head. “N-No, ‘Course not. Well, I guess I sort of am.. I mean, Harry’s gone. How’re we supposed to fight this without him?” Luna leaned closer to Neville, giving him a small frown.
“Do you doubt yourself?” He didn’t answer, and turned his gaze to his hands in his lap. “That is the last thing I expected of you. You forget things a lot, sometimes you say the wrong things, but I never once thought you were the type of person to doubt yourself.”
The two sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, before Neville finally brought himself to speak.
“I’m just not that great compared to Harry.”
Luna instantly stood up, and crossed her arms. “Maybe you should stop focusing on what Harry’s doing, and focus on yourself. You have to face the fact that you will never be like Harry, but that does not mean you won’t be just as amazing, if not more. There is a reason as to why you’re in charge, Neville. We all look up to you for your bravery. Sure, you may not be as out spoken as Harry, but you are still an amazing leader, and an even more amazing friend. I know that there are multiple people who would agree on my behalf; even Harry himself would if he could see you right now. You have grown up a lot in the past few years, and you have come a long way to just sit around and belittle yourself when you could be making a difference.”
He frowned, as he knew she was right. Neville stood up beside her, and looked down at her with pure good intent. “I know, Luna. You’re right.”
“Of course I’m right.” He tried to contain his chuckle, but let out a small laugh at her assured reply. He hoped she hadn’t noticed this, but he was wrong. “What was that?”
“W-What?” He straightened up again, still trying to hold back his laughter.
“Why are you laughing at me?” Luna asked, looking up at him with such curiosity in her eyes.
Neville shook his head, and placed both hands on Luna’s shoulders. “I’m not laughing at you. I just found your confidence to be, well, cute.”
She blinked, confused as to what he meant. “Cute?”
“Yeah, you know.. Like puppies and kittens.”
“Luna is not a puppy, or a kitty. She is just Luna.” Luna stated firmly, as if trying to confirm to herself that she really wasn’t anything other than a human being.
“Never mind.” Neville smiled, looking down into Luna’s silver spheres. He seemed to have gotten lost in her eyes, as Luna was now slightly bouncing on her feet from staying still for so long. “S-Sorry.”
Luna simply shook her head, leaned up and kissed his cheek gently.
“Next time you call someone cute; don’t refer to them as a furry animal. They might get the wrong idea.”
He nodded in agreement, and pulled Luna into a small hug. He rested his chin on her head, and smiled. Luna always knew how to make him feel better, even if she didn’t mean to. She was his fresh of breath air that he so badly needed, especially with such depressing times around them.
“Thanks, Luna. For everything.”
Luna responded by wrapping her arms around his waist. She smiled back up at him, and nodded too. “And thank you, Neville, for not giving up when you could have so many times.”
Neville Longbottom taught us that sometimes you must face your fears and stand up for what you believe in..he taught us how to have courage.
Luna Lovegood taught us that it’s okay to be yourself and not care what other people think about you because if they were true friends they would like the real you..she taught us how to be unique.
Ginevra Weasley taught us that it’s possible to fight off demons on your own, but sometimes you need friends to help you..
Ronald Weasley taught us that even if you have the emotional range of a teaspoon and nasty temper, you will always be needed..
Hermione Granger taught us that it’s not a bad thing to have a thirst for knowledge and research..
Draco Malfoy taught us that everyone makes mistakes, and that no one is completely stonic..he taught us that everyone has feelings.
Bellatrix Lestrange taught us that really are some horrible people in the world..she taught us to be cautious around strangers.
Severus Snape taught us to not judge a book by it’s cover..
Narcissa Malfoy taught us just how important family really is..
Lucius Malfoy taught us how easy it is to become power hungry..he taught us to make sure to always stay grounded.
Albus Dumbledore taught us that there is life beyond death..he taught us to never fear what can’t be escaped.
Molly Weasley taught us that mothers not only have a caring side, but a vicious protective side..she taught us that we can always rely on our mother.
Arthur Weasley taught us that it’s okay to be curious about the unknown..
Fred and George Weasley taught us that even in the most darkest of times, there is light, love, and hope..
Remus Lupin taught us that no matter what happens, there is a way to push through and survive..
Sirius Black taught us to never betray your friends and always remain loyal to those who are loyal to you..
Lord Voldemort taught us that prejudice is all around and there will always be people like him to take things too far because they are against something.. he taught us to be ready for people like that.
Harry Potter taught us that life might not turn out the way you excepted it to, but as long as you never lose sight of the future that you want, anything can happen.
I’m Hermione and I love you so much like rememebr thtat one time i like nearly died cuz draco called me mudblood and i was so scared that all of you would gang up on me but u didnt and i was so thankful for that i just wanted to hug you so much fred i think angelina married your brother because he looks like you and i dont really blame her but i think your the hottest twin because your hair is beautiful even though twins look a like you still are the best one to me i dont think ron would appreciate me saying that but he cant tell me what to do because im the woman in the relationship. anyway so yeah i tried to see if there was a way for us to connect kinda like that muggle thing called skype where you can connect around the world i thought maybe we could connect to each other from heaven to earth do you think thats possible is there cake up there ron told me to ask if there was and if there is what kind? he wants to know btut i dont really care i think its highly irrelevant to everything going on so you’re dead but you will live on in my herat becauz i love you so much and i want to marry you wait did i just say that outloud? gasp oh no i hope ron did not hear me i guess i should go now
Hermione Granger The Awesome Super Cool Mudblood Wizard Girl
hi its your brother you know the one you used to call stupid on a faily i mean daily basis? yeah ron you guessed right. i cant believe we ran out of food in the fridge. do you know what its like to come home and find out that theres no food when you need it the most? oh yeah your dead i forgot sorry mate. I think you are amazing. well not really that was sa lie. i dont really care. well i mean i do cuz you were my brother but weve got george. thats the whole point of having twins i think when one goes we still ahve the other one so its like you never left at all. i know hermione already asked this but do they have good food in heaven? i always wanted to know because when i die i dont want to starve like i have heard so many children do here. that would be pretty horrible. have you ever heard the saying you are what you eat? does that mean im spaghetti now? i had that for dinner. or do you think it goes after what you eat each day so like if i ate a pudding yesterday i would have been a pudding but since i ate spaghetti today im now spaghetti? does the word spaghetti sound weird to you? sounds like a word you would say when you’re about to sneeze. like instaed of saying achoo you say “SPAGHETTI!” okay well i guess i should go. harry wants to watch house but i dont really know why. we all know the doctor is crazy.
Ronald Freaking AAAAWWWWEEESSSOMMMMEEEE weasley.
p.s i heard what hermione said about your hair. she was lying to make you feel better.
Dear Fred Weasley the Hero, from just another boy, Neville Longbottom.
It’s Neville. Neville Longbottom. Remember that kid with the bad memory and the cardigan sweater? It’s fine if you don’t. Not many do. But that doesn’t matter because I’m here to talk about you, the other half of the troublesome Weasley duo who got the short end of the stick.
I don’t think I have to tell you how much of a hero you were to everyone else, but I’d like to inform you of how much you are one to me. It probably won’t mean much since I’m just a nobody, but I felt like it needed to be said. You were a true inspiration in the art of laughter. Your death did not go down unnoticed. You were brave and couragous, standing up to those who defied you from the moment you stepped into Hogwarts, until the last day on the grounds fighting beside your brother.
You, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, George and among many others, have all inspired me to stand up for myself, and I did just that. I stood up to the man who previously ruined my life, who I had feared for so many years. I looked him straight in the eyes, and I told him off. I told him how he would be the one to lose. It wouldn’t be us going down this time.
We beat Voldemort in the end, it was possibly the biggest highlight of my life. I just wish you could have been there with us. No, you were there with us. Maybe not physically, but you were there in spirit, and in our hearts.
I want to thank you for helping me into the man that I am today. Whether it seems like it or not, I always looked up to you.
Hey. I’ve been given a blank parchment and quill, but only a few minutes to write to you. It’s busy up here, lots of friends and it’s almost my turn for Pin the Nose on Voldemort. That was my idea.
Anyway, I want you to know that I’ve received your letter, George. And I can understand why you’re upset with me, but must you take it out on your friends and family? I know for a fact that this is just as hard for them as it is for you. I can only imagine what it was like to leave Hogwarts with one less Weasley.
I know I told you that we would be by each other’s sides forever, but sometimes God has a different plan for us. Sometimes things don’t always go the way we thought they would. It was just my time to go, George.
Despite that being so, there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about you and all the fun times we had together. I wish we could have had more. I wish I could be there to celebrate our birthday together like old times. I wish I was able to see you, and the rest of the gang grow up. But what I wish the most for is that you don’t have to experience the pain of loss any longer.
I’m always there, George. Maybe not physically, but I’ll be here, in your heart. You’ll never be alone. If you miss me, just look in a mirror. I’ll be there, looking back at you. Remember to smile, and to laugh because that’s all I would want for you. I want you to be happy. Not sad.
I want you to be able to move on, George. You need to. Our family needs you to. Instead of mourning over my death, take the time to celebrate it. When you feel down, think about all the fun times we had. And if that doesn’t work, then think about when we’ll finally be together again.
I miss you, so much.
Love your twin, prankster buddy, brother and best friend, Fred Weasley.
P.S. Tell Ron to look under his bed. I may, or may not have planted a nice furry eight legged friend under there to greet him.
Time has continued to move on like nothing happened on the night of May 2nd, 1998. However, I still remember it like it was yesterday. You lay motionless on the cot that had been placed in the corner of what was left of the hall. Your face had an expression that both pained and warmed my heart. It was as if you were smiling. Laughing. Still living.
I remember telling myself to not worry, that you would get up and those wondrous eyes would shine at me like they had done so many times before. But you never did. You stayed lying there, completely oblivious to everyone and everything around you.
There are still days where I think you’ll sneak up behind me, and grab me around the waist, pulling me into a hug that I have longed for, for so long. I fear I have forgotten your scent, the way you would look at me, the way your skin felt against mine, the way I would hold your hand, the way we would joke and laugh together. I wish I could relive those moments when we were together. I wish I didn’t take you for granted. I wish you were here with me right now. And most of all, I wish I could have told you I loved you before you met your end.
I don’t want you to forget my love for you. You were my first love. You’ll always be my first love.
I remember the moment I knew I was in love with you. Do you remember that one night we snuck out of the castle, and went for a walk around the grounds? You told me how you felt about me. How you would go to bed with thoughts of me. How you didn’t want anyone else but me.
That was the first night in my entire life that I had felt completely safe. I hadn’t a worry in the world. You wrapped your arms around my shoulders, and pulled me closer to you, as if you had wanted to confirm this was real. It was real, Fred. Everything we shared together was real, and it still is.
It was simple. But it was possibly my most favourite memory with you.
I miss you Fred. Please don’t forget me even if we’re separated for now. I know I won’t forget you.
I don’t know why I’m writing this. I don’t even care that you’re dead. But that bloody McGonagall said it would be a WONDERFULLY TOUCHING idea to get the entire class to write you something. She couldn’t be farther from the truth. But it’s whatever I guess.
So, you’re dead. What exactly am I supposed to say to someone who’s dead? More so, what am I supposed to say to someone who’s dead that I never once even cared about?
Are you in heaven? Or did you go to hell? I always thought you’d go to hell. Dunno why.
I guess I sort of miss your jokes. Well, really only the ones that made fun of your annoying brother Ron. And I guess I appreciate your help in killing Voldemort. Well, not that YOU really did anything since you like, died, but if it’ll help people think your death was worth something, then sure, I’ll play along.
It’s been nearly a year since your premature death. And one hell of a year at that. Did you know Professor McGonagall placed a plaque in your honour at the school?
"Fred Weasley, April 1st, 1978 — May 2nd, 1998 Your laughter will be forever remembered. Mischief Managed.”
I can’t say I haven’t ever smiled, or laughed since your passing, but what I can say is, it’s not the same without you here. Even though you and George teased everyone a lot, and sometimes you went a little too far, you were still brilliant to me, as well as to many others. You were a brother. You were a son. But most of all, you were a friend.
You were almost always there when someone needed a laugh. You helped us by showing that you don’t need a whole lot to make others happy. I don’t think there was a day that went by where you two didn’t make me laugh. I know we aren’t blood related, but you mean just as much to me as a real brother would, if not more.
You were an amazing person, and your death did not go in vain. So many people were affected by not just your death, but by the times when you were with us. I surely hope you’re doing okay up there. You deserve it.
Can you say hi to my mum and dad, and all the others up there? Tell them I miss them. Tell them that we did it. We beat Voldemort and now they can all rest easy knowing we’re safe. Lastly, tell them that I love them.
I’m sitting here wrapped up in your sweater that I had found in the laundry the other night; it still has your scent, as tears are slowly falling down my cheeks. I wish you were here so I could hug you. But I don’t know if I’d ever let go in fear of losing you all over again. I feel like this is a bad dream, except something’s different. I can’t seem to wake up. It’s a repeating occurrence every day and it won’t stop. Please make it stop.
I know you probably won’t read this, but I want you to know that there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about your smile. That smile never left your face, even after you were gone.
Sometimes I feel as though I’m forgetting things about you, Fred. And that scares me so much. I don’t want to forget you. You and George showed me that anything is possible, if you work hard enough for it. You showed me that laughter could bring you out of the darkest of times. But I fear that laughing won’t help me right now.
I try to smile, and I try to laugh, for you and for our family because I don’t want to bring everyone down, but there are still times at night where I lock myself in the bathroom, and just cry. I cry for you. I cry for all the times we had together. And for all the times we won’t. I cry because I miss you. I cry because my future kids won’t ever get to meet their uncle. I cry because you were a friend to many. I cry because I just want my brother back.
It’s not fair. Why did God have to take you from us? Why couldn’t he share you? If it meant you still being here, I wouldn’t mind it.
Remember that I love you. I’ll always love you. You mean the world to me, big brother. Keep smiling and I’ll try my best to do the same.
I felt like I should write this as an attempt to accept what happened that dreary night.
I have asked myself many times, “Why wasn’t it me?”, as if expecting a response. Of course, no one answered me. I have so many questions, but so little answers and it’s driving me insane. It should have been me, Fred. You should still be here, laughing and smiling like you used to do so easily before.
I know no one would’ve really cared if I had gone. I was such an arse to the entire family. Always acting as though I was too good for you all. I called you horrible names on a daily basis. I avoided you all as much as I could. When living with you, I hid up in my bedroom for countless hours.
Do you know why I did these things?
Because I wish I could’ve been more like you. More like George. More like Ginny. Dare I say it, more like Ron, too.
I tried to take my own life the other night. I had it all planned out. The family would be gone for a few hours to town, and I would tell them I wasn’t feeling well. I would stay home, and that’s when I would make my move. But something told me to stop what I was doing. It was if someone was in the back of mind saying, “Don’t do this. Your family wouldn’t be able to take another death. They need you despite what you tell yourself.”
I broke down in tears right then and there.
I need a sign, Fred. I need to know that you’re okay so I can be okay down here. I can’t stand seeing pictures of you around the house, with the real you no where in sight.
You have no idea how many times I’ve tried to write this to you. I swear I’ve crumpled up over 20 pieces of papers in the process. I wish I didn’t have to write this. I wish I didn’t have to relive that night.
They say it’ll help me move on… But how can I move on, when every time I look in the mirror, I have to look twice as hard, as my heart drops seeing your face, Only to realize it was just my reflection, not you, looking back at me. It’ll never be you looking back at me like you had done so many times before.
I feel as though Mum can’t look at me anymore, without seeing you looking back at her. Percy blames himself for your death. I told him he’s mental, but he doesn’t listen. When did he though except when it involved school rules? Remember what we did to his badge? Pinhead. I’ll never get over that. Ron, all though he didn’t enjoy us picking on him, he did love some of the jokes. I don’t pick on him any more. I don’t really feel like it. Ginny misses her big brother. I found her rolled up in one of your old shirts the other day. I think Dad doesn’t really know what to do. He tries to be strong, for everyone else, but it’s hard sometimes.
Fred, I want you to know that I will never forget you. Time may go on, but you’ll always be in my heart. I promise, you’ll stay there until the day I’m reunited with you. I can’t wait until that day comes. But at the same time, I’m trying to live life the best I can, despite being away from you. I know that’s what you would want. You’d just want me to be happy, so I’m trying to do just that.
You’re my best friend. I miss laughing with you. I miss joking how we used to. I miss your smile. I miss being your go to guy. I miss pulling pranks. I miss running the joke shop with you. I miss my partner in crime. I miss being by your side. I miss my brother.
Most of all, I just miss being Fred and George. George and Fred.
I hope you’re doing okay up there. I also hope you’ve got plently of jokes to go around. I think everyone up there with you appreciates them. It’s nice having someone like you around.
Your identical twin, best friend, and brother, George.