The war raged around me, curse after curse being thought through the sky. All of a sudden Voldemort's voice is magnified and the battle ceases. My heart stops as I see Harry laying in Hagrid's arms. Before I can even breathe I hear my self shouting "No!"amid other screams. My life is over, how can I live without day has been unimaginable. My brother is dead and now I have lost the love of my life. The only thing I can think to do is keep fighting so Harry didn't die for nothing. Neville rushes forward to face Voldemort himself and I find myself face to face with the deadly skilled Bellatrix. Shooting curse after curse at me I dodge them as Luna joins me in the fight. I hear my mother scream "Not my daughter you bitch!" as she pushes us aside. The last thing I need to lose right now is my mother Surprisingly she is quick with her spells and soon Bellatrix lies dead at her feet. Voldemort has a murderous look in his eyes as he sees one of his most loyal servants die With a look ready to kill he is about to utter a killing curse at my mother when I hear a voice show "Protego!" I would know that voice anywhere, Its Harry but how is that even possible. I look towards Hagrid and realize that Harry is no longer there as shouts of "Harry?" are yelled around the courtyard. I stare openmouthed as Harry faces Voldemort as everyone is watching the two of them I can't bare to watch, I just can't bare to lose him again. Suddenly Harry is the one left standing as Voldemort falls defeated. It is finally over and everyone rushes to Harry's side. Days pass quickly as there always seems to be work to do. Just the thought of seeing Harry's limp body being carried by Hagrid still gives me chills. It was over, we won, but at what cost? So many of our brave loved ones were gone. Fred, Tonks, Lupin, Mad Eye, Sirius, and even the small innocent Colin Creevey. Ron and Hermione got up suddenly and I knew Harry must be there in his invisibility cloak; I decided not to follow them. I wanted to talk to Harry but I just couldn't' stand the thought of leaving my mother alone at a time like this. There would be time to talk later, hours, and days and maybe years in which to talk. I could never leave Harry and I knew we would be together for the rest of our lives, the thought of living without him was not only unbearable it was unimaginable. At the moment I couldn't believe Fred was dead. Fred was the one who could always make me smile and laugh even in my darkest hour. He was the only one that kept me going and somewhat happy after Harry had left on the hunt for the Horcruxes. He had teased me relentlessly after the poem I wrote Harry , so many years ago during my first year. He had secretly practiced quidditch with me when I was younger so I could make the house team. My brother was dead and I just couldn't cope. If Harry had died as well I don't know how I would have survived. I know the years would pass and soon the Battle would be a distant memory, but I would never forget my brother and the sacrifice he and so many others had made.