Their blank faces stared at me from their raised and heavenly seats.
I've always been one half of a whole. He was always there, through thick and thin, ready to catch me when I fell.
I hated that.
People said we were as different as day and day.
Well maybe it was time for one of us to step into the night.
She stood up, her icy glare penetrating my very soul.
What little of a soul I had left that is.
I spent ... no, wasted, twenty years of my life with him. I thought he cared about me. I thought he would do anything to protect me.
Until that night.
Albus Dumbledore, eyes devoid of any twinkle, raised his hand. "Order!" The room quieted.
It had been a long day. A Death Eater raid occurred the night before and I'd been helping with the clean-up.
It was 11 o'clock when I arrived home, hours before I was expected to. I took out the key to the door of the flat we shared.
The sight inside stopped me cold.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury."
"Wha - "
He tore his mouth away from her lips. The lips that I had kissed and caressed. The lips of my beautiful fiance.
His eyes widened when he saw me.
"Have you reached a verdict?"
Angelina pulled away from him abruptly. "George?!? What are you doing home so early? I'm sorry you had to see us like this, but you should really learn to knock - "
"We have, Your Honor."
I raised my wand without even realizing it.
"I'm Fred," I snarled.
I can still remember the surprise in her eyes.
"We find the defendant, Fred Arthur Weasley, guilty of the murders of George Peter Weasley and Angelina Marie Johnson."
I've always been one half of a whole.
The gavel banged. I couldn't even scream as the Dementors dragged me away.
I've never felt so alone in my life.
