Empty
Each breath hurt, it felt like swallowing a lump of clay. All he could see through his tear filled eyes was his siblings blazing red hair, so much like his own. He could barely feel his little sisters face pressed into his shoulder.
"Freddie" he whispered, feeling the tears rolling down his cheeks.
He could have stayed there forever gripping on to his twin's green jacket. His mother was crying into his father's chest.
"Everything is going to be fine" Ginny whispered in his ear.
He knew she was lying. He was empty.