Prologue- The Battle of Hogwarts, Fred's Peril.

He had been fighting amongst his brothers, Percy and Ron. Somehow, he fought with dignity, and still kept his well-known and loved humor. Unlike everybody else fighting, this war hadn't changed him a bit.
"Hello Minister!" Percy bellowed, a bright spark of light descending from
his wand, straight at the Minister of Magic, Thicknesse, who looked clearly uncomfortable, dropping his wand and clawing at his robes. 'Did I mention I'm resigning?"

"You're joking Perce!" Shouted Fred, as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate stunning spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him, he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin. Fred looked at Percy with Glee.
"You're actually joking, Perce…I don't think I've ever heard you joke since you were-,"

The air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and Percy, the two Death Eaters at their feet, one stunned, the other Transfigured, and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed, temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart. Screams of horror suddenly came from every which direction. The corridor that the five had been battling in had collapsed into wreckage, the side of the castle, blown off.
The screams and cries started again, coming from the red-headed men whom were grouped on the ground were the wall had blasted apart.
"NO. NO. NO!" Percy's voice sounded from near by. "NO! Fred, NO!" The cries were almost unbearable. Staring down, you could see Fred's eyes stared, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

I had walked into the Great Hall with the rest of my family, all of whom, their faces seemed pale and white, almost like ghosts.

"What's going on? Who's been killed?" I demanded, my heart already beating in my chest. The looks on their faces told me that something was very, very wrong. I swallowed heavily, already hearing mum's screams and heavy sobs.

"NO! No. No! Please!" She sobbed. Through the family's still standing bodies I watched as she lowered down to the ground. Then, I thought; wait a minute- where was Fred? I started to push my way through the crowd, my heart still racing. I felt as though I was still unmoving, as though I was just merely pushing through air. I didn't even notice my family standing there anymore.

"WHY ARE YOU ALL STANDING HERE? LET ME THROUGH!" I shouted angrily. One by one my family began to clear so that I could walk by, their faces still pale and white. Dad had bent down next to mum to comfort her. He looked up at me as I started shaking my head vividly.
"NO! NO!" I screamed. Without realising it, my scream had echoed through the Great Hall as I stood there, my whole body shaking.

In shock, I looked at his even still, smiling face. Utter horror trenched through me as I imagined it.

"H-how can you be s-smiling? See what you've done?!" I screamed at his face as I collapsed next to him. "P-please. Please tell me you're joking. I mean- y-you can't be-,"
As I sat there sobbing, I felt eyes turn to me. How ever I could have cared less. I just wanted Fred to tell me he was playing some crude joke on me. I curled up into a ball with my head in my hands.

"George, George, it's alright. It's okay." I heard a voice whisper.

"Alright?" I choked. "YOU THINK THIS IS ALRIGHT?!" I finished off, bellowing loudly, looking up to see Angelina kneeling next to me. She must have heard my shouts from before.
I buried my head again and continued to sob, not caring what was happening. I heard the same words from Angelina repeated over and over again in my head, as everything slowly became darker and darker, even though my hands were hiding the light, I couldn't understand why it was pitch black.

Then, I heard it; Voldemort's voice. He was laughing, laughing at Fred's dead body, at my family's pain, at mine.

"That's what happens when you stay to fight, Weasley. You want to save the rest of your family, do you not? Fall back. Fall back. Go away from here." His snake-like voice hissed through my ears, shaking my whole body. I rocked back and forth, trying to get the voice out of my head.
"NO! NO! YOU WON'T WIN, YOU BASTARD!" I screamed. Looking up, I saw not only Fred lying dead beside me, but mum and dad as well. Then next to them, instead of Tonks, Remus and the others, were Percy, Bill, Ginny, Charlie, and Ron. Even Harry, Fleur, Hermione and Angelina lay pale face and ghost like. I was there, motionless, unable to do anything except sob, while Voldemort's laugh seemed to drown on…and on…