It seemed as though the sun shined brighter whenever he was around. He was a beacon of light along a pitch-black horizon. His smile was always so bright, though they were in dark, dark times. His laugh, joyous and carefree, never restricted by boundaries. His mood , infectious, filled the whole room with an elated air. His mischievous eyes sparkled, and entranced people with their incredibly blue depths. At least he died happy. A grin permanently etched on his face. Fred Gideon Weasley died a hero. He died to protect his family, the people he cared about. He died so that his brothers and sister could live in a world free of the darkest evil there was. Fred died for love, because of love and for this he will always be remembered. Always.