What I wouldn't Give.
Author: Splendora Cromwell
Genre: Family/Hurt
Rating: PG (for some language and dark thoughts)
Summary:He should've never left. (ONE SHOT)
I could feel arms pulling me away, but I didn't want to let go. I didn't want him to die, my little brother. My funny, pain-in-the-ass little brother.
"Oh!" I shouted as the arms succeeded in pulling me away, tears streaming down my face. The final sounds of battle were dwindling but there was a war in my mind that was raging on as I looked at his cold, limp, unmoving body. His eyes were lightless for the first time in my memory. I felt like my heart was being stabbed by a thousand rusty knives, like they were being twisted into my soul and nothing could stop the pain. I freed myself from the restraints, and pulling my knees up to my chest I simply cried.
"Percy?" the voice was soft, gentle and I knew it to be my sister. I looked up to see Ginny's own dark brown eyes tear-filled and her usually rosy-cheeks ghost white. She said nothing, just sat next to me and leaned her head agaisnt my shoulder. Instinctvily I put my arm around her shoulder and hugged her tightly.
"I shouldn't have left" I whispered.
"We all make mistakes, Perce" Ginny said wisely, and wondered when she'd grown up. I watched as St Mungo's Healers picked up Fred's body and carried it away. From where I sat I could see George, Fred's twin. He looked so lost and it broke my heart. Without having to say anything to Ginny we got up at the same moment.
"George" I started, but I didn't get to finish because my younger brother just collasped into my arms and started crying so hard he was hypervenitlaing.
"What am I going to do?" he blundered as Ginny squeezed his hand. His usually light eyes were clouded with so much pain and confusion that I hated that I could do nothing to comfort him.
"He was my best friend" George whispered as the remainder of their family, including Harry Potter and Hermione Granger came to join them. Envious, I watched as Harry slid his arms around my little sister's waist and pulled her close to him. He couldn't help but smile at the sight though, knowing just how long she'd loved the boy who lived.
"Come here, Georgie" my mother said, George didn't even grimace at the pet-name he just let her hug him, talk soothingly to him though the rest of us could hear her voice breaking.
"Good to see you, son" I looked up to see my father next to me, and it shocked me how much older he looked. I glanced around the Entrance hall of Hogwarts which was littered with bodies, some dead and other wounded. I felt my chest clinch as I noticed that Remus and Nymphadora Lupin were among the dead. Nevielle Longbottom was helping Luna Lovegood up, who looked the best of everyone. Memories of his years at Hogwarts filled his mind until his heart ached even more. As much as I'd fought with Fred he'd always been my brothers biggest fan.
When I found out about the joke shope I'd bragged for almost a week that they were my brothers, until Fudge told me to stop or he'd fire me. My blood boiled at the thought of the ex-minister. If he'd just believed Dumbledore maybe Fred would still be alive, and then an even more painful thought hit him. If I had believed my parents, and trusted in Dumbledore maybe Fred would still be with them.
oh I thought what I wouldn't give to get that time back.