Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
She stared.
No.
Not him.
He still had his whole life ahead of him.
He couldn't die.
Only the good die young.
Her mother had told her, oh-so-long ago.
But he hadn't been good.
He still fought for the good side, though.
Her mind reminded her.
Curses and hexes flew through the air.
But she didn't notice.
Neither did his brothers.
Or Harry.
She launched foreward, grabbing him.
"Fred!"
Someone screamed.
It might've been her, who knows?
They hid him away, in a corner.
She memorizes what the hall looks like, just in case.
And then they leave.
Seeing Snape die breaks her heart again.
Lupin and Tonks.
Both dead.
None of them reached 40.
Because only the good die young.
So, what do you think?