Written for August Event: Twins Weekend
Word Count: 303
They had been through everything and it seemed that they still so much more to go through but this was his stop. It was time for him to hop off and his bother to keep going. How could he just go? This shouldn't be happening and yet it was.
No! No!
He wasn't going to just leave him there!
He turned back to his twin brother, his other half, and tried to touch him, to comfort him in some way.
But his hand went right through him.
Fred stumbled back confused as he retracted his hand away from George's shoulder. What was this? Why couldn't he touch him? He closed his eyes, remembering what happened a few minutes before. They were fighting death eaters, side by side, and Percy had come from nowhere and Fred blinked. Did Percy taunt one of them? Had he cast a spell at one of them? He couldn't remember only what Percy had said (or did he remember?) and he had said.
What had he said?
Good one Perc—
Then his world exploded.
Everything had gone white and—
"Fred!"
A scream caused him to open his eyes and turn to face Daphne. She was running back to him. Why, why would she do that? Hadn't he told her to run, to grab her sister and get out of there? Why did she come back?
"Daphne, what are you—"
He took a step forward and reached out his hand to touch her but she ignored and—
She dropped to the ground and Fred's heart dropped.
Or it would've as he stared down at himself.
Percy was holding his body crying, George stared at his body blankly as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Fred knew he couldn't because neither could he.
He was dead.
Fred Weasley was dead.