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Ron's steps echoed around him, he wanted to walk with a purpose but found his feet shuffling along the rubble covered floor. Dust picked up in clouds around his feet as he came to rest before a familiar body.

The Great Hall was empty of people, except for him and the dead. His hanging head stared at the lifeless body of Fred Weasley. One last talk with his brother, that was all he wanted, but alas this was not possible.

"Hey Fred," he spoke quietly, his throat felt as if a stone was being shoved down it, making speech nearly impossible, "We haven't really talked for a while y'know?"

The silence that followed should have been expected but Ron couldn't help his feeling of disappointment. He chuckled softly to himself as he thought of all the things Fred might have said,

"Why would I talk to you?"

"When have we ever talked?"

"Well it's not like you've ever said anything interesting so what could I possibly miss?"

Ron remembered the last real conversation they'd had, before Bill's wedding, Fred had just handed him the seating arrangement sheet and made an offhand comment about this being a good opportunity to get girls.

"You're of age now Ron, you might even be able to get a snog in with Hermione, of course she'd probably kiss you first."

"What's that supposed to mean?! I could kiss her if I wanted to but that's stupid- why would we- what makes you- Argh! Just go away Fred!"

Fred had nodded his head obviously not believing a word he said. They'd made a bet five minutes later about who would kiss who first. Ron stating he could and Fred claiming that Hermione would pin him up against a wall if he wasn't careful.

Now, as Ron stared down at his brother, once so happy, cheerful and bright, he took two galleons from his pocket,

"You won, by the way," he slipped the two coins into his brother's pocket, "This once I'll admit you were right."

The Fred he remembered started celebrating, asking stupid questions like,

"Should I start planning for the wedding now or should I wait a few days?!"

"For the wedding do you plan to tie mum up and replace her with the ghoul in the attic?"

"Or will you knock her out and paint eyes on her eyelids?"

Tears mixed with Ron's laughter as he remembered all the times his brother made him laugh, made him cry, made him chase his sibling around the house for hours.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye," he sniffed and wiped his eyes roughly with the palm of his hand, "Thank you Fred, thanks for being there for me. I'll take care of the others, I'll help George get back on his feet, I promise."

The tears were now freely falling down Ron's face and he used the length of his arm to wipe his running nose and dripping eyes.

"Well, I'll see you around Fred. Hopefully not too soon," he pulled the best grin he could manage and turned away. He walked towards the giant doors with more purpose than when he entered and left to fulfil his promise.

I'm testing with emotions and Ron is my first test subject (poor guy). So I really want criticism on this, preferably constructive criticism (rather than just telling me it sucks). I'm gaining a bit more experience on the writing front with the stories I've written so I'm hoping they're getting better.

Also I'm hoping to make this multi-chapter with several siblings all sad about Fred, opinions anyone?

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