From the second I saw his lifeless face, I was only half a person. I could only ever be half a person. My mind flooded, instantly, with sorrow, pain and regret. The other side of me was dead. Thoughts that were once always occupied by humor and laughter, were replaced by death and horror. And as I stare at his empty face, I can't completely grasp that he's gone. My head aches and my heart pounds, but no one bothers me. My mother lays across Fred's chest. My father stokes her hair. Percey weeps beside me, but there is no use in crying. Crying won't bring him back. Occasionally a family member pats me on the back, and whispers words of comfort. "It's all going to be okay." But Fred is dead, there is no way for the world to ever be okay again. I might as well lay lifeless beside him. And though I know that sucide is not an opition, the idea of it seems wonderful. Though this death hit me the hardest, I couldn't bare to have my mother lose another child. My mind flashes back, to times with Fred that I would give my life to have back. The mauraders map, the early days of Weasley's Wizard Weezes and the day we'd left Hogwarts. Fred at had been there for me when no one else was. I remember the day I lost my ear. I awake in pain, and who did I see first? Fred stares at me, pale and emotionless as he is today.