A/N: Here's a fic about Fred's death from Percy's perspective.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
"Hello, Minister!" I bellow, sending a neat, smooth jinx spiraling into my former employer's chest. Pius Thicknesse gasps as the spell hits him, dropping his wand and clutching his chest as little bumps appeared all over him. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"
Thicknesse is on the ground, writhing as tiny spikes pass over his skin. Hilariously, he is turning into some sort of sea urchin. "You're joking, Perce!" cries my younger brother, his face breaking into a smile. Fred's opponent collapses, unconscious after multiple Stunning spells, and he turned to me, free of attackers. I can't help but grin back. My brother is the "You are actually joking, Perce... I don't think I've heard you joke since you were—"
The air explodes. Everything turns blinding white for a moment, and I lose all awareness for a moment, my eyes going blank and my ears sensing nothing but an intense ringing. It takes me a few seconds to realize that someone's wand has blown apart the wall where Fred and I were fighting. My leg is throbbing in pain, having been crushed by a stray stone from the wall, and I lift it up and off of my ankle, trying to get to my feet. Where is Fred?
When I finally manage to stand, I spot him. He is by the wall, limp as a rag doll, blood staining his shirt... There's too much scarlet covering his head, and too much emptiness inside of his eyes. I run (trip) to him, my hands trembling and the worst-case scenarios flashing through my head faster than I can comprehend them. My mouth form his name, but I can not force any sound past my lips that is not an anguished, warlike scream. My entire body is shaking now as I touch his shoulder, his face, trying to arouse any reaction out of my brother (the body that is no longer my brother).
"No—no—no!" escapes me, far louder than the painful bells in my ears. "No! Fred! No!" Ron, my youngest brother, is beside me now, on his knees as if begging Merlin to keep our brother's soul inside of his body. But I can feel his lifeless, cold hands that no longer—I cannot—I cannot— I can hear the ground-breaking screams of the other students and the cries of the injured and helpless, but I do not care. I only care about my brother, the one who is here but not here, his soul empty but his body lying on the ground before me, an empty shell. He is no longer the fearless, confident warrior he was only seconds ago. He is now a soft mess of flesh and bone, the tension in his muscles fading. He will never rise again.
I shake him as if I am shaking him awake to have breakfast, as if he will wake up as easily, but... He is not... I do not... He does not... I cannot...
Fred's eyes stare without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
A/N: Thanks for reading!
Challenges used:
Character Diversity Boot Camp - #45 (pass), Percy Weasley
Your Favorite House Boot Camp - #14 (warlike), Gryffindor
If You Dare Challenge - #259 (Ground-breaking)
Are You Crazy Challenge - #433 (season) summer
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