I came back in to the Great Hall after Voldemorts voice told us that we would stop for a while to care for the injured.
We were doing kind of well..
Too bad that most of us are to scared to use a killing curse, or we'd be winning.
I looked around the halls as I made my way to the Great Hall.
This was totally different from what I remembered it being like two years ago...
Then again it hadn't just gone through a war then now did it?
As I walked into the Great Hall, my grin fell.
Tonks, Lupin, Creepy Creevey... All dead.
I didn't even get to say goodbye.
I shook the tears away that were tempting to roll down my cheeks.
Not here.
I scanned the room for my family, where everyone but Fred and Ron were huddled around another ginger...
That wasn't right.
Harry wouldn't let Ron die... If it was the last thing he did.
I felt a pang in my heart and it felt like someone kicked my stomach.
I heard another sob from my mum... She cried louder than any one else in the room.
I turned around and saw Hermione, Harry, and Ron at the door, scanning the room, looking at the damage.
Ron was at the door...
No.
No.
No.
I slowly made my way to the only open spot around the body, the head.
I stared down at the head, and saw my own.
My knees gave out and I fell on the floor, tears slowly streaming from my eyes.
I gave Fred a small slap on the cheek.
"W-Wake up, Fred..." I heard my voice quiver.
"This isn't funny..." My voice cracked.
I knew right then, that he wasn't waking up.
My best friend, and my twin, was gone, his last smile still etched upon his face.
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15 YEARS LATER
I grinned and held Angelina close as we saw Fred and Roxanne get on the train.
We waved to them as they waved frantically out the window.
The last I saw of Fred out his window, was his small grin.
And my flashback began.