I am shocked. Standing here looking down at my twin brother.
Dead.
The realization flooded over me. I was suddenly thrust into the memory of that first day.
We were here at last. Platform 9 and 3 quarters, Hogwarts express looming over us, Fred standing right next to me. We were nudging each other glancing at all the students arriving, ignoring our mother's warning to be good… we quickly said goodbye and followed Percy, dragging our luggage with us. Percy was droning on and on about rules but all I could think of was the great jokes we could play on the teachers and our classmates. I am sure Fred is thinking the same thing. I couldn't help thinking this was going to be a great year.
As quickly as that memory came it was gone and memories of our years at Hogwarts came and went. All the jokes we played. Our plans for the future, one more memory stood out.
The letter came, at last! We quickly ate our breakfast and raced up to the common room and into the corner we have come to use for all out planning. Grinning, we opened the letter. We knew what it was going to say even before we opened it.
Dear Mr. and Mr. Weasely,
We have received your letter of wishing to purchase 93 Diagon Alley. We have confirmed this request and would like to say congratulations. It is yours once you make your first payment and you may do as you wish with it. I wish you success.
Sincerely, Mr. Scrimgeour Minister of Magic
We were so happy that day. No one was to know about this secret until later, except Lee Jordan, our best friend and fellow jokester. That summer we opened Weasley's Wizard Wheezes with brilliant ideas for our joke shop.
Now I came back to the present and looked around the Great Hall. The war is over. Everything is okay, except, the drowning cries of my family. I looked down at the body. It didn't seem real, like a dream, but I knew it was. Fred, he was gone.
Dead.
A small tear trickled down my cheek as I reached over to comfort my mother.