Hello there,
This is the second fiction I try to post in English here (compared to AO3 where this fiction is the first one I posted in English)
I will say sorry in advance for any mistakes I could make and invite you to point the major errors you will discorver to me.
I have this story also post on Ao3, Under the same pen name, for sometime now and thought I would post it there since I updated it today.
Anyway, I hope you will enjoy it!
A terrible cry could be heard, the one that pulled at her insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause, and she stood up, swaying, more frightened than she had been that day, perhaps, than she had been in her life…
Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three redheaded men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Someone grabbed her hand, maybe that was Harry, but all Hermione could focus on was Fred.
Someone was shouting again and again and again "NO! Fred! No!", and all she could register was Percy shaking his brother.
She stopped to think, she couldn't, making her way to Fred's limp body. Fred wasn't dead, she couldn't believe it.
She began to use every healing spell she knew, every bit of knowledge which could be useful to bring him back…
But Fred's chest still refused to move.
Someone was trying to make her stop, but she couldn't. She didn't have the time to tell him. She thought she could have told him after the war, she thought…
No, Fred could not be dead, she didn't want it that way. She was desperate to see him alive, she had wanted to tell him for so long…
But destiny seemed to be a bitch, and Fred's chest still refused to move.
She started to do it "muggle way" and began to perform CPR.
He had to live, he had to live, he had to…
She knew everyone was watching her like she had gone mental, but she didn't care. Fred! Had! To live!
… Press, press, give air, Press, press…
And again, and again, and again...
But still no response, nothing at all, and she was beginning to exhaust herself, she would not keep up for long…
Now she was screaming at him, threatening to spill all the dirty secrets she knew, to kill George before his eyes, because he would not want George to die right?
She threatened to bring him back to kill him if he dared stay dead.
But Fred never answered her threats…
Fred was dead.
She knew it, Fred was dead, right in front of her, but even if she had to pass out trying she would continue, for her but also for George, and Ron, and all the Weasley family.
Fred did not deserve to die like this, Fred did not deserve to die at all.
Every life taken this night did not deserve to be lost.
No one deserved to die because of this war. This war is nonsense, every single life lost in a war is nonsense, the loss of one life because of one madman is nonsense...
She heard someone shouting her name, trying to separate her from Fred's body, telling her to stop.
Arms were grabbing her skinny body, trying to make her stand up. She thought she could hear someone trying to pull her out her sort of trance, but at this moment, nothing for Hermione was making sense.
She didn't know nor how nor who, but somehow she was standing with them, watching the unmoving form of Fred before her, tears rolling down her cheeks…
Fred really was dead, and she never told him how much she loves him.
If only she could go an hour back to save them all from this.
If only she could prevent all of this from happening...
If only she could save him…
Everything went fuzzy, and Hermione blackout.