It's been a year without him.
A year without my big brother, who was my best friend.
A year without Fred Weasley.
He was there for me my whole life and we were close, about as close as Fred and George are. I was the first girl out of the Weasley kids, Ginny and Ron being younger than me.
I remember how mum keeps telling me how excited Fred and George were to have a baby sibling, let alone a sister. They were just four years old when I was born.
When they went off to Hogwarts for the first time, Fred comforted me because he knew it would be a few years before I caught up with them, and he reassured me that he would send a letter home everyday which he did.
He picked up the pieces whenever I fell down, when I had my first breakup at 13 he was the shoulder I cried on, and he let me sleep in his bed until I felt better, and later I had to care for him because my ex-boyfriend had gotten beat up pretty badly due to Fred.
When I got together with Oliver Wood when I was 14, Fred convinced me he was a good guy and would never hurt me, which he still stayed true to today.
The day he died I was being cradled by George and Percy who knew it was just as tough on me as it was on George, later that night when I went home to the flat that my boyfriend and I, Oliver Wood had bought together. He was there at the battle but went back home before he could get too hurt, when he saw my weeping figure, he knew something bad had happened.
He nurtured me for the whole year, kissing me, telling me he loved me, and allowing that I may not be up for things the way I used to be. He had to cope with this more negative, sad version of myself that I just couldn't escape from.
The one year anniversary came quickly, and Oliver knew that I would just want to cry and mourn, so he let me stay in our shared bed all day, as he cradled me and hugged me tightly, it was all fine during the day but at night was when everything started to wreck.
I couldn't sleep that night, I had trouble knowing that my brother was in fact dead and would never return home and carry on with life.
He told me he would never hurt me, yet he's hurt me the most.
"Sweetie everything's okay." Oliver whispered in my ear as I started crying into his chest, letting my tears roll onto his bare skin.
"But it's not, F-Fred isn't here. He's never gonna be back here. He told me that he would walk me down the aisle at my wedding if dad couldn't do it. He was the one person there for me my entire life. Why couldn't it have been me instead?"
"Y/n Weasley, the world is cruel, but he was too nice, and too amazing for this world. Fred touched us in ways we might never feel again, because we need more people like Fred in this world, and I know he's watching over you right now, and wishing for you to not grieve over him but to move on and keep him in your heart." I knew he was right.
I sighed, giving up and laid back down on Oliver's chest, my legs in between his as he laid flat on the bed.
He started to twirl my red hair around his fingers, humming a recognizable tune that Fred used to sing to me whenever I couldn't sleep, or when I was sad and wasn't in the mood for a prank. Photograph by Ed Sheeran.
He started to softly sing the chorus, which fit the situation perfectly.
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet.
You won't ever be alone, waiting for me to come home.
Oliver was a good singer, and I felt lucky I got to be the one who heard him. His accent fading away while he sand gently. My eyes started to feel heavy as I fell asleep.
You won't ever be alone, waiting for me to come home.