There was an explosion. At the moment I didn't think anything of it. We were in the middle of a battle and bad things were happening all around us. All I knew was I had to try the people I love from Voldemort and his death eaters. People all around me were getting hurt. Suddenly the battle halted. Voldemort said we have one hour to hand over Harry Potter or it will be the end of us all.

"RAYNE" a voice called. I whipped my head around and saw Hermione running towards me.

"Hermione, is everyone okay?" I asked.

"Well, not quite everyone." Hermione said quietly. That's when I noticed that she was crying. I thought back to the explosion.

"Who got hit by the explosion?" I asked. Hermione was silent. I left her and ran into the Great Hall. I saw the Weasley family crowded around a body laying on a table. Mrs. Weasley was sobbing, while the others had tears in their eyes. I walked closer to them. That's when I saw the body on the table. I instantly started crying. Lying on the table was Fred Weasley, the love of my life. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't live without him. "Is he dead?" I asked in a shaky voice. "We don't know." Mr. Weasley responded. This was not happening right now. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was in the middle of a nightmare.

I'm not sure how long we were all standing there for, but it felt as though hours had gone by. Ron, Ginny and Hermione had left as soon as Harry announced that he was going to give himself up to Voldemort. Soon enough, the war was finally over. Harry had defeated Voldemort.

2 weeks later

Even though the war was over, I was still suffering. Fred was in the Intensive Care Unit at St. Mungo's. The explosion didn't kill he, but he is in a coma. No amount of magic can fix that. Everyday I am slowly losing hope. Sitting in the hospital room is starting to make me go crazy. I couldn't help but think back to the days at Hogwarts.