Hermione had loved Fred at first sight. She remembered the first time she saw him, talked to him, hugged him kissed him... Her mind came upon a memory.
"Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville had lost one." Hermione announced
"I have!" said Fred pulling out a chocolate frog. His brown eyes reflected the 11 year old version of ugly me. Meanwhile his perfect red hair billowed in the wind from the cracked window. His worn over sized clothes fit him perfectly in my eyes. His long nose was not to long. His lips, so perfect. I would be kissing him in 5 years.
She store now at the lifeless body of Fred. She unknowingly flung herself at him. She performed every healing spell she had ever learned. Nothing worked. She cried. Fred can't be dead. Dead the word echoed in her head. The boy she met on my train so many years ago.. Her soul mate... Dead. Someone pulled her away. She felt warm tears trickle on her back as she was pulled into a side chamber. She turned around to see George, the only person more close to Fred than she. She thought that when she saw Harry "dead" It wouldn't get worse. She thought when Nagini was about to eat her it couldn't be worse. But...Fred...dead. She ran to Fred and hugged him.
"It'll be better." Fred said lifelessly swaying back and forth to calm her.
"How?" Hermione felt hopeless.
"Together?"
"Together."
The two closest people to Fred stood in the ruins of their home, Hogwarts. How could it get worse? At least they had each other.