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The crash of the wall vibrated around him, he felt time moving slowly as the wall fell, crushing him...
Then there was nothing...
He awoke with a start, a smile still on his face.
He remembered laughing at something his brother said and then a wall, something about a wall.
They were in battle, at-at...at Hogwarts!
Fred Weasley sat up, glancing around, ready to head back into a battle, but there was no battle here...
There was a train and people were getting off the train and moving towards what looked like a building.
What the hell?
Fred, thought, he must have hit his head pretty hard, that's it, because only that would explain what he was sitting on.
A cloud.
Seriously, a cloud...
He looked around again, a girl, maybe a few=years-younger than himself, stood a few feet away from him. He watched as she moved closer and closer to him, until she was standing right in front of him. With a small smile, she stuck out her hand.
Grabbing the much smaller hand, Fred pulled himself to his feet. Wavering a little, he turned back towards the girl.
"Where am I?" He asked her and watched as her small smile falter alittle.
"Am I dreaming," he continued his questioning, even as a feeling of dread began to wash over him.
"Your-," she began, and Fred, even now noticed she had a pretty voice...
"Don't say it," he whispered, so quietly, that he knew she hadn't heard, and the feeling of dread continued to grow as the girl, a stranger, reached over and took his hand.
Staring up, into his face, she calmly said the words he at most did not want to here...
"Your dead..." She whispered.