Fred Weasley died not knowing he was dying. The flash of green had struck him like a serpent viciously looking for new prey. But he hadn't seen it; he had been looking for his brother. A sharp pain sliced through his torso, it left him with no breath left in his lungs. They felt like meaningless sacks situated in the middle of his body. Dropping to his knees, he hand clutched at where the blow had hit. Fred assumed it was a simple jinx to slow him down. What ended up being slowed down was his heart rate. He laughed and tried to clamber to his feet. Once again, he simply fell limply to his knees. Frowning, Fred placed his palms on the floor and pushed himself up. Every muscle in his body was straining and looking down he saw that his arms were shaking vigorously, unable to prop him up. His mind remained unable to acknowledge what was happening to his body.
Underwater. He was underwater. Sinking forever but not drowning. It was almost like falling asleep. Breathing in the water, he felt a certain calm. Greens, blues, whites and browns swirled around him. An ocean of colours. Dull reds and bright green rockets shot through the water disrupting the calm. Fred felt alert. This was wrong. He did not know what it was but it was wrong. Where was George? Floating, he was floating. But, sinking felt better. Floating meant reality. He was being dragged to shore but the ocean fought to keep him in it. The ocean lost.
The war wasn't over but Fred couldn't do anything to help it. Screaming was to be a last resort. Rolling over onto his back, he took deep breaths but his lungs were still useless. He closed his eyes and then he opened them. People were around him, they looked worried. Why did they look worried? Percy was there. Fred tried to say something but he wasn't sure if Percy heard. It was a good joke. This whole thing seemed to be a joke. He let out a laugh, a laugh that he knew was loud. The classic Fred Weasley guffaw. The laugh echoed nicely in his ears.
The last enemy we shall face is death. But what if death wasn't the enemy all along? What if the enemy is the life you leave behind?
Author's Note: This has been lying around in my folder for a while so I thought I would publish it. Any reviews, positive or constructive criticism, are appreciated. Love always, Raa.