Written for: Simply Supernatural Boot Camp by Smeagolia
Prompt # 7: Ghost
Title: Sorrowful Death
Pairing/Character(s): Fred, Myrtle
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Word Count (sans this): 229
A.N.: I always felt like Fred didn't deserve to die.
I missed being with them.
Them being my friends.
They know I'm gone, but they don't know I'm still here.
I see them walking through the halls every day. I see the way Ron holds Hermione's hand until she blushes and takes it away. I see when Harry breaks down crying in the boy's bathroom over his faults, his past, his future. I see when Neville tries to confront Luna about his feelings for her, but chickens out at the last minute. Poor boy.
I miss walking these halls, but it is fun going through them just as long as nobody sees me. I don't want anyone finding out I'm still at Hogwarts.
Even after I already passed seventh year.
But I'm content with just watching them until they leave.
But I always feel a stab of sorrow when I think about it.
I won't know how they are doing in life. I won't know if they are married or have kids. If someone overthrows someone else in a prank war. I miss my brother.
"Fred?" I turn to see the older ghost. She smiles at me.
"Hey, I was just thinking." She says nothing but sits beside me and we sit in silence for a while. "I wish I didn't die." my mouth blurts out. Myrtle looks at me and sighs.
"I do too, Fred. I do too."
