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Fred,

Bloody trying week, let me tell you. Some good's come of my visit to Headquarters, though. I've actually got on my desk a book that the Marauders used to make their map. The Marauders, Fred. I can practically hear the fit you're throwing, because I get to read them and you don't. But trust me, mate, I'd give anything to have you reading over my shoulder again.

I had a talk with Percy, if you can believe that. Alright, so I had a small meltdown and he found me after I punched a mirror. He ended up healing my hand and I bloody cried on his shoulder. ...He saw Dad, Fred. He was there, he watched him die. I can't even imagine how he's moved on from that.

He thinks I should get help. Talk to someone about you, about everything that happened. ...I think I'm going to do it. I don't know if I can talk to a stranger, but maybe Percy will be able to listen to me. I don't know. I hope so. I don't like what I am without you. If Percy hadn't found me in that bathroom, I probably wouldn't have even noticed I was bleeding. That's not right, you know?

I miss you.

George

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[[Private to Percy]]

I think you're right. I need help. But I don't know if I can talk to a stranger yet. I was wondering if you might, you know, be willing to talk with me.

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[[Private to Ron]]

I'm not fine.

I told you I'd remember that I can talk to you.

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[[Hexed Private to Order Members/Supporters/Residents of Number 12]]

It looks as if I'll be back at Headquarters on Friday. Is there anything anyone needs from the shop?

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