Fred's death. Sorry if this is depressing. It's just that Fred, Dobby and Sirius's death affected me most. They were the only deaths I cried for in the Harry potter series. It just felt right to write about them.

I shot a stunning spell at a death eater. We might actually win. As long as Harry doesn't be a noble git and turn himself in, everything is going great. Percy and I started to back up farther down the corridor still fighting the two death eaters. I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione come into the back of my view. I let out a little sigh of relief knowing they were safe. I focused back at the death eaters as the trio joined the fight and Percy took the hood off the death eater he was fighting. I shot a stunner as I heard him bellow "Hello, minister!"

Come on Percy. This no time or place for chitchat I thought.

"Did I mention I'm resigning?" He was kidding. He had to be. Percy resigning from something so important? No. despite the situation a smile slowly spread over my face.

"You're joking Perce!" I shouted gleefully. I had my brother back! Percy shot another spell at Thickness and he fell to the ground tiny spikes erupting all over him body, and me and two of the trio sent sunning spells at whatever death eater I was fighting and he collapsed under the weight. I stopped and looked at him with a smile forming across my face. "You actually are joking Perce! I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-" The rest of my words were muffled. The air itself exploded. The last thing I saw was the horror etched into Percy's face as we flew in different directions. I could hear someone yelling. Was It Ron, Harry, Percy I couldn't think about that. It was hard to breath. It was too smoky, I couldn't see anything. "FRED! NO!" All I could think about was George and how I'm leaving him alone. I've spent so much more time with everyone else but him. It hurts too much to think of Ron, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, Mum or Dad. I'm dieing for you Harry. damn it, you better win this thing. If you don't I will personally make Heaven or wherever you go after you die, for you a living hell. And with that, I looked up at the ceiling of Hogwarts, was this where me and George made our escape from Umbridge? I allowed myself to smile slightly and released my last breath.