As she slowly descended down the stairs she looked at the devastation around her, soaking it in and the tears spilled over her eyelids. Walls crumbled, portraits destroyed and the overall spirit of the magical castle just gone. Memories of past years flooded her brain and she spun slowly in circles and the tears began to fall faster. Harry. Ron. The entire Weasley family. How she hoped they'd all made it out alive, a life without them all would be no life at all and she only begged they were all safe and healthy.
Slowly the large doors of the Great Hall creaked open as she approached, showing dead bodies spread across the floor surrounding my sobbing family members and healers trying desperately to save the ones they could.
Her eyes scanned the room slowly, looking for her second family, the ones that had taken her in every summer since she was twelve, she began to worry when she was unable to spot the trademark Weasley red hair. It was then however she found them, all huddled together in the far corner of the hall, her heart began to beat faster, something had happened, someone was hurt. Soon her footsteps were matching her heartbeat as she sprinted across the hall to see what had happened. As she got closer a sobbing filled her ears and she noticed the blood splattered across many of their clothes.
They were all standing over a body, whose it was she could not tell from that distance. She slowly moved closer, weaving between the other bodies and people. It was then she saw who it was ... a twin. Then she noticed, he wasn't hurt, he was dead. It just wasn't right, a Weasley twin, dead, but which one she thought to herself.
Her eyes zoomed in to the side of his head just beneath his hair, there she saw an ear.
Fred.
Her beloved Fred.
He was gone.
Forever.
