Written for Defense Against the Dark Arts: Ghost assignment extra credit.
He could remember pain, coldness and a feeling of emptiness then he was there watching his family gathered around something.
At first he couldn't understand why their faces were pale, why the tears streamed down his mum face but then he remembered he was dead.
And the body that George was sobbing over was his.
How could he be dead? He was too young to be dead. Maybe all of it was a dream, a bad dream; yes, he'd been injured and he was unconscious having a terrible dream.
Yet it felt so real, his family grief looked so real.
Was he dead?. Was he Fred Weasley really truly laying there dead?.
He wanted to scream, but he couldn't it was like his mouth wouldn't open and the sound was buried deep somewhere inside.
So he was stuck there not really knowing if he was in a nightmare or if were really dead, watching his family grieve over his body.
If it was a nightmare then he prayed someone would wake him up and very soon.