A/N: Just a little drabble on Fred's death, in Fred's POV. Written for the Hangman Challenge in the HPFC
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I don't actually remember dying. It came rather quick now that I'm here. Wherever here is. I remember I was in a duel at Hogwarts. Percy was to my left, colorful beams of magic whizzing about. There were so many people, so many bodies... I can't recall much though. Who was I fighting? What were my last words on earth?
I shrug it off and walk towards the vast emptiness. Wherever I am, it's rather clean. Frankly, it's too clean for my taste but Mum would love it.
There are a handful of voices up ahead – or I think they're ahead, as there aren't really directions here. Just nothing. I walk towards where I think they might be coming from, in no particular rush to be honest.
I see Professor Lupin first. Well, Remus, I suppose. Oh, there's Sirius too! He was such a riot at Grimmauld Place, nearly destroyed us to let him go...
"Harry?" I say, before I truly think about my words. "No no, you can't be Harry. Harry can't be dead, I will not be dead before Harry, I will not leave earth before that nasty wizard is defeated by The Boy Who Lived!"
The man smiles softly, his eyes crinkling in laughter and I notice his eyes aren't that shocking green all the girls talk about.
"I'm James. James Potter." He extends his hand for me to shake and I take it, "You'd know me better as Prongs." My hand is doing that up-and-down motion it's supposed to when you greet someone like this but it's doing it of its own accord because I'm completely starstruck.
"'Scuse me?" I say rather dumbly.
Remus steps forward, "I'm Moony."
Sirius claps me on the back, "And that makes me Padfoot." My head is nodding, and even though Harry's dad – er, James – has let go, my hand is still idly shaking the air.
"You're just in time, you know," he says with a glance at the other men, "We were just looking for a fourth."