Final Laugh
A scream piercing the air. A shattered portrait. A broken word. A bloodstained wall. That's all Fred Weasley saw as he ran and ducked. The battle had been at it for hours, and Fred knows it's a life or death situation. He had just escaped two death eaters without a scratch, when a scarlet headed figure came running around the corner. Percy. Percy was duelling three death eaters at once, his face determined to destroy each and every one of them. Fred charged after his older brother, and stunned one from behind. A dull thud hit the ground as he stood by his sibling's side, to finish him off. A flash of black messy hair, firey red hair, and a curl of brown frizzy DNA flashed Fred's eye, and before he knew it, Harry Potter, the reason he was fighting; Ron Weasley; his brother and Hermione Granger; the ultimate bookworm, joined the two Weasleys. A band of death eaters came running at them, and Fred saw Percy sending a jinx to his former boss. Percy yelled over the din "Hello Minister! Did I mention I'm resigning?" Fred flicked his wand, with a white light before laughing, barely audible. "You must be joking Perce! I haven't heard you joke since you were-"
Before he knew it, a sudden tremendous blast of air knocked him off his feet. The scratched surface of his wand brushed against his fingers, and the last sight he saw was his brothers flying through the air, he felt the stones of the school he loved smash against his worn body, and suddenly, found himself watching his short life in clips. But how could it be over so soon? He was only 17! To only live, not even half a century, and not experience love, or marriage, or carry on his Weasley legacy! He had planned, as soon as Hogwarts would be victorious, to kneel in front of Angelina, and ask for her hand...but now she'll never know how many miles he'd go for her...that he'd die for her...And Georgie...he'd be alone...him and Fred had never been separated...and now they will be...forever...until George came to him. A small part of Fred wanted George to be there, so they would be together forever, but he realised, death will separate them, and Fred knew...even in his own nightmares...he never thought he'd be parted from his dear twin
17 years worth of memories rewinded, and Fred watched. Every moment of his short existence here in this world. His mother, knitting him and George matching sweaters; Being sorted into Gryffindor...how proud he had been, to make his family proud; Inventing his first prank item with Georgie; Playing with Harry Potter in his first Quidditch match of his third year...; Flying the Ford Anglias, to save Harry; Winning the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor in 13 years; The Quidditch World cup...the feeling of the wind as the Quidditch players soared through the air...; Testing the Nosebleed Nougat with George...he never apologized for giving him that nosebleed...;Watching with jealousy, Ickle Ronniekins becoming a prefect and getting a new broom, Fred cinched in satification...would they praise him now, for dying a hero? The multi color steams issuing from their shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes...; The heat rising up his cheek as he guided Fleur's veela cousins to their seats in the gold and purple marquee. And finally, his dreadful and painful finale of seeing that very wall of the school he loved, blow up and destroy him, and he watched, as his brother begged for him to come back, as his mouth gaped open, echoing his short life song.