Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his life...
And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three redheaded men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood.

"No no no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!" And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

Ron told me I've been screaming in my dream again. Sounds sick, but I actually look forward to my nightmares. It's the only chance to see Fred again.

The tears started to stream down my face. And I didn't even try to stop them, I knew I couldn't. It's just another wave of agony, just another wave of realisation. It has to pass eventually.

Yes, eventually.

I don't know what day is it. I don't even know what month is it.

Where am I?

I forced myself to look around. It's like I'm out of my body. I'm floating somewhere in my thoughts. Everything around me is so vaguely, blurry. I tried to get up really slowly, but I couldn't. I heard mom and dad saying something about me having to eat, but I didn't even bother listening.

The house seems really empty and quiet.

I walked out of the kitchen, no, my body walked out of the kitchen mechanically and a few seconds later, I found myself lying on my bed.

Fred's bed was empty. If he was alive we would probably be thinking of new pranks and laughing because we survived the battle.

But we didn't.

I am still floating. Where are you, Fred?

So empty... I just want this feeling to stop. Forever. The days are passing by. I wonder if it ever will?

I'm sitting on the bed and waiting for night to come.

I will see you again in my dreams, Freddie. Don't worry. I'll be there.

One day, maybe today, maybe a week ago I heard something knock on my door. I woke up from my thoughts. I have to look fine.

Somehow I managed to say ''come in'' even though I didn't want anyone in my bedroom.

Ginny walked in.

''George...''

I lifted up my head slightly with all the energy I have but she didn't continue. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were wet. She just lied next to me and stared at the wall.

''Ginny?''

''Yes?''

I wanted to say thank you but something else just came out of me.

''When will it... get- get better?''

Ginny looked at me and her eyes filled with tears that started to fall down her face. She took a deep breath before answering me.

''I don't know, George.''

I couldn't stop myself. I started to cry again, feeling my head pound like a drum. We lied there the whole day, without saying a word.

I hope you're in better place now.

We fell a sleep and I had a nightmare again. A beautiful, sad nightmare.