Curses were flying left and right as I sat with George atop the castle. It was like watching a world give way as the magical shield started to fall, a beautiful sky crumbling to pieces before our eyes.
"You okay, Freddie?" asked George.
"Yeah," I lied. There was a deep foreboding in the pit of my soul, like I knew something bad was going to happen...
I had George's back and he had mine, literally, fighting back to back in defense as Death Eaters pummeled into the castle. Walls were falling dangerously as spells rebounded; everyone was dying. Students were running, throwing jinxes, trying to survive as best they could. George and I exchanged looks. My brother smiled at me, and I at him, but his eyes were full of worry and I could feel it in mine as well. Someone pointed their wand at George and called out.
"Protego!" I screamed, shielding him from the blast. George turned around in amazement at how easily he could've been done away with.
"Thanks," he breathed, relieved at how I'd managed to save his life.
"Ready to do this, Fred?" he asked, grinning that ever mischievous smile, the one I already felt on my face.
"Ready, George," I said. We slapped our palms together in mid air and shot off in opposite directions. I don't know why we split up, but we did. Little did I know, it was the last time I'd ever get to touch him, speak to him again, my other half, my brother, my twin. I was fine for the first half of the battle, and then I went up against a rather strong old witch. She was a Death Eater. I thought I could take her, like I had the last five, but she managed to disarm me. I found myself against a cold stony wall, but her attention turned away from me and I could hear a voice, as if it were inside my head. I knew who it was, why she'd turned away. Voldemort was speaking to us all. It dawned on me that it was the perfect chance to grab my wand; it was only a few feet away. But the curse she'd hit me with, I could feel it when it hit me. There was nothing more I could do, except watch my final moments slip away. And as they did so, it was as if my entire life was flashing before my eyes. I could see George when we were younger, running around the Burrow, remember when Ron was born, Ginny as well. I could see my entire family sitting around the table at supper. I felt Angelina's hands on my shoulders at the Yule Ball. I could see myself and George opening up the store for the first time. I could see every happy moment I'd ever had, every laugh I'd ever shared with my brother, my friends, my family. Somehow, I knew Harry would be alright, and I wasn't going in vain. I knew Voldemort would fall, and that is why I laughed when I breathed my final breath.