Her eyes scanned the Great Hall for the familiar red hair she knew so well. She spotted George near the other end of the hall, though she could only barely see his hair over the amount of people that stood between them. She forced her way through them, and the sight that her eyes found next was one that she would forever wish to erase from her mind. George's eyes found her and before she knew what she was doing she was running towards the lifeless figure on the floor.
"NO!" she screamed louder than she ever thought conceivable. She felt the hot tears spill onto her face as she was scooped up by George before she reached the body. She pushed at him and tried to kick her way free.
"Katie… Katie…" he tried to calm her but there was no use as the tears began to flow.
She felt numb, and cold, and empty. She thrashed in George's grasp. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. It couldn't. This wasn't how her life was supposed to go. Her hands were shaking as she continued to kick.
"Katie… He's gone…" George said, tears spilling over from his own eyes.
"He…can't…be," she said through sobs as she gave up fighting. It was useless. She was too broken, too hurt to keep fighting. She wept into his shoulder and he into hers. She hugged him close and she finally felt his grip on her loosen. He would no longer keep her from what she sought.
Despite the fact that she was no longer being held back, she couldn't will herself to move. She stared at him, a hand over her mouth as tears spilled from her eyes like rivers, her heart irreparably broken.
A smile was still etched across his face. She felt sick. She walked slowly up to him, her heart pounding within her chest. She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to keep herself from crying. Her hands were still shaking as she brought them up to touch his face. His beautiful, wonderful, handsome face. The cool touch of his skin had her shudder and she ripped away her hand as if it burned. She sat next to his body, sobbing, empty, broken, torn apart.
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember all of the fun times they'd ever had. She tried to think of the good things, but the only things she found were things that made her realize how unfair this all seemed. Why him? Why now? There was still so much she needed him for. She felt herself collapse next to his corpse, feeling as if she had no more tears to cry.
Fred Weasley… Don't leave me like this…Please…