My heart starts pounding loudly. He's gone. The entire reason i survived my first year at Hogwarts. He was taken from this world so cruelly. A single green bolt. Thats all it took for me to want to rip my heart out. Even when i wanted to give up, he was there. I loved him. I collapsed onto the floor, screaming. I need him here. He's the only one who knows about this. About my past. About the painful memories. Of cutting. The scars. He helped me, though, to stop. But now he's gone. He's dead. I sit on the floor and sob for hours, allowing the fight to continue without me. I'm strong enough to put up a shield charm but even thats weak. If anyone in particular decide to try and break it down, they could. Finally, after hours, I heard happy voices trailing down the hallway. Those who hadn't lost the ones they love. But not me. I lost everything in one spell. A spell in the future i would consider casting on myself. I couldn't believe in one moment he was gone and i was alone. Then, I stood up. I gathered myself up and pushed myself towards the grieving Weasley's. None of them knew. Not even Ron who had a crush on me knew. George was oblivious since he was missing an ear. But i had loved him. I, Hermione Jean Granger loved the Fred Hugo Weasley. And now he was gone.