Revenge

The pain of losing Fred was unbearable. The look on Fred's face as I held his head in The Great Hall. The sound of deathly silence and the soft, sometimes loud, sobbing of my family. Every thought of him ripped my innards. Everything I heard and saw reminded me off him. Every turn I took, my heart would leap, thinking that I was going to find him standing there, but it drowned after each Fred-less turn.

After the war, we returned to The Burrow. My family stayed down stairs near the fire and morned, even Percy, the ministry-loving prat. But I did not stay down there. I quickly ran to me and Fred's room. Closer and closer I got to the door, the more heavily the smell of our experiments came. I flung the door open, expecting to feel the comforting hand of my twin but, all I found was the empty, depressing bed that he once belonged to.

I dragged the green, silk blankets from his bed and carried them to Ginny's room. I could not stand to sleep in that room. Ginny's room was empty as she was still down stairs. I curled into a tiny ball on the floor of the room in Fred's blankets, his smell which clung to them slightly soothing me. I was always the softer twin.

The second I got back to Weasley Wizard Wheezes, I shut down the building and boarded up the windows. My heart was heavy with depression as I started though Diagon Alley. I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do but somewhere in my heart, I knew that I must move. I can't just sit here. I shrugged though the joyful crowds towards The Leaky Cauldron. My face slid to my hands as I sat at the bar. The bar tender made his rounds and as he came to me, I noticed him watch me carefully. I realized without caring, that I was a mess. Ordering a Firewiskey, I shuffled to the bathroom to at least try to clean myself up.

Turning towards the mirror, before I could stop my heart, it jumped as my brain though my reflection was Fred. Fred... My tear streaked face stared at me with Fred's matching ice blue eyes. My face was muddy, with my hair matted with blood. The Christmas jumper I wore was ripped and worn with it's own blood and mud. I watched my reflection and smiled a little imagining it was Fred's. I would never see his smile again.

My fist contacted with the mirror, and shards of it gouged my hand, adding more blood to the collection on my body. More tears clouded my vision as I sat on the toilet. The glass pieces hit the stone floor one by one, each crash was unbelievably loud. In a matter of seconds, I heard the bar tender banging on the door, demanding to know if I was OK. Hesitantly, I unlocked the door and peered out to the crowd the surrounded around it. They saw my tears and my bloody hands. I shoved the door open more and I saw their eye shift to the shattered remains of the mirror.

"Hey dude, you OK?" The bar tender had worry in his eyes.

"No." A voice I supposed was mine, but I didn't recognize, answered.

"Any thing I can do?"

"Just bring me as many Firewiskeys as you can." I pushed past the watching crowd and resumed my seat at the bar.

The first Firewiskey brought denial. Fred couldn't have died. Me and him, we never tried to be immortal but we never really though about the fact that one day we might die.

Confusion was provided the second. Why did he have to die? How did he die? I knew it was Rookwood who had caused the explosion that killed Fred. Was there anyone else who had part in it?

The third brought depression. Half way though the glass, the liquid was clear with tears that had mingled. I ordered a fourth.

Next came happiness. I laughed sourly at Fred and I's greatest moments. The Sorting at Hogwarts and the confused look on Minerva McGonagall's face as she tried to tell us apart. The first time we ever snuck into the Forbidden forest. Winning the House Cup. Winning the Quidditch Cup. Our first look at the new premises of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The greatest by far, was when we left Hogwarts on our broomsticks, after exploding a swamp and fireworks right under Umbridges nose, the cheering of our peers marking a story that should be in Hogwarts: A History.

My sixth and final Firewiskey brought anger and hatred. I again thought of Rookwood and how he had killed Fred. I wanted revenge and thats just what I was going to do.

I slammed down more than enough money to cover the Firewiskies and mirror and practically ran out the door.