Prompt:
This
challenge is to pick up any of the Harry Potter books. Open up to a
chapter, any chapter. Take the first line of that chapter, and type
it out. Close your book, set your timer and begin writing, using that
first line as the first line of your fic! Remember, only write for
thirty minutes! :)
The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms? George tugged at Fred's sleeves. No, he could not be dead. It was not what he was seeing. He tried to persuade himself that it was all a sick, cruel joke, but the truth sat before him. He didn't bother to wipe away his tears, and it was as though the whole world had fallen silent. He could hear nothing, not even the cries and screams of his brothers. George sat dazed, his eyes all puffy. The tears didn't stop coming at all. It was the first time in a long long time that he had let the tears flow.
As they carried Fred towards a safer place, he felt so tired, angry and fearful. He wouldn't let anyone else become what Fred was. He would fight for Fred. He would not let his brother die in vain.
He couldn't bear to leave his brother though, and when he finally let go of Fred's sleeve, he felt so empty.
No more laughing at Percy or Ron when either of the two did silly things; No more hi-fiving each other when an invention was successful; No more sneaking onto people and pranking them; No more hatching of plans and sneaking out unnoticed. Because Fred was gone. His body might still be there, but his soul was gone forever.
Fred felt so incomplete. No one could replace Fred, ever. He needed Fred, his brother, his partner-in-crime.
His best friend.