I ran to the great hall. Ron hot on my heels. Amidst the chaos and blood that enveloped the room, I knew the man I was looking for was there. I just had to look. That's when Ron pulled me to one direction. I Didn't want to go at first but he told me something that made my blood run cold. "George is crying Mione."

I looked towards the direction where a bunch of redheads were staying, grouped together and sobbing. As soon as I was near enough, I counted every Weasley. Ginny, one. Molly, two. Arthur, three. Percy, four. Bill, five. Charlie, six. Ron, seven. George, eight. My mind panicked. Fred was missing. It felt wrong to count George felt wrong. Things blurred and the next thing I knew, George was hugging Ron, sobbing at his shoulder.

As soon as I was arm's length, George lunged at me and hugged me. Crying for dear life. Every single sob that he released broke my heart in an unexplainable way. Not a moment later, I felt my tears flowing too. "George, George, where's Fred?" I managed to choke out, my dry throat almost robbed me of the ability to talk. As soon as George heared it, he let out a wail and hugged me even more. "Hermione, he's… gone." He whispered. He tried to pull me towards where the rest of the family was but I couldn't move. I felt as if the whole world would cave in if I moved any closer. It probably owuldn't make much of a difference if it will. My whole world stopped when he died. George tugged at my hand agaain. This tme, I was to shaken to even try and resist.

Him lying at my feet made me feel hollow. I felt alone. As I looked at the man that I shared many laughs with, many smiles, and countless happy memories with, I felt as if my heart simply disappeared. I looked at him and I couldn't think of anything. The tears stopped flowing. Mind numbing pain flowed through me. I couldn't move.

Ginny stopped sobbing and looked at me. She knew things nobody eles did. She knew I loved him. And that he loved me too. She reached out, or tried to when I started to kneel down, to be close to him. Even for the last time. "Why Fred?" I asked. Too hurt to ask anything else. "Why did you leave? You said that we'd tell them after all this was over." I sobbed. Nothing mattered now. Everything was gone. "How dare you not fulfill your promise? How dare you die on me!" I was on the verge of hysterics. I couldn't even help myself. The composture of the smartest witch that I was supposed to be, disappeared. "What do I do now? Where do I go? Where do I stand now? Now that you're gone! Fred Weasley, tell me, what the hell do I do now? You said we'd fight, so I did. You said we'd make it through, so I kept fighting. Why did you die on me?" I screamed. I heard Ginny crying but I really couldn't care. Despite knowing I wasn't the only one hurting, it felt like I was. I rested my head on his chest and sobbed my heart out. I lost the ability to talk, to choked up on my tears. Crying was my only way out.

I felt weak, alone and dead as I lay my head on his chest. The man I love, dead still under me. Unresponsive and quiet. What I would give to hear him laugh again. To hear his jokes, his pranks. I'd give anything for him to make me mad again. I'd give anything to get him back. But I can't. I'll never be given that chance to. I looked up to his face, memorizing it with tears blurring my eyes. "They'll pay Fred, I'll make sure of that." I whispered to him. I promised. A promise I intend to keep.