Hello, fellows! Sorry for the delay again. I went to have an interview for a really good university in another city during the weekend, so I didn't get to write anything. This one just forced its way out of my mind into letters when I was reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for the who-knows-how-many times. I hope you enjoy it!

-Amber-

A Peculiar Feeling

It is a peculiar feeling, a sudden panic exploding in your chest, making all your senses sharper. You feel an unbelievable compel to drop everything and run towards—what? What's drawing you with such gravity? You question yourself, but instinct already gave you the answer.

Finishing your opponent with a complex spell with accuracy you could only attribute to this queer feeling of anxiety, you rip through crowds of fighting people. There are too many obstacles. Enemies you curse off your path without a second's hesitation. Friends you shout at to make way, restraining the urge to just push them away from your sight. You dodge attacks and spells fluidly, never stopping in your tracks. But where are you going? You don't know, but sprint on as if pulled by a string whose other end is connected with your destination.

Millions of possibilities race through your mind. Faces flash before your eyes. But everything keeps coming back to one person, one smile. You grip your wand so hard your knuckles hurt and pray, even though you never believed in any god. You wipe your face and surprisingly find your cheeks wet and cold. Tears stream down as you try to convince yourself it is only a mistake.

Your feet bring you to a wreckage of what seems to be once a corridor. Your chest tightens so hard you feel dizzy. People are helping each other out of the ruins, lifting rubble with magic. Spiders the size of cars and houses are trying to get through the holes in the walls. Those who can stand are screaming spells at the monsters in panic. You feel this is the place, but doesn't see anyone you are looking for. A spider burst into the corridor from the hole and you point your wand at it. Your curse is so abnormally powerful the truck sized spider screeched and fell with its spiny legs collapsing beneath it. You aren't going to let anything stand in your way. Slowing down, you scan the remnants of the stone corridor. You step on a puddle of dark red liquid and is suddenly breathing so violently that black spots start popping in your view. You spin around and run off randomly. With a yell so loud it rings in your head, your big brother chases a Death Eater around a corner not far ahead of you. The sound is full of grief and anger that your fingers start shaking so badly you can barely hold your wand. You half jog in the direction which your brother came from, anxious to find out but also so afraid.

Then you see it. The truth of this peculiar feeling.

He lies alone quietly in a niche where you guess a suit of armor stood before. Battle rages around him but he is asleep safe and sound, his bright orange hair sticking up and sprinkled with dust. You don't know if you screamed. You crash to the ground beside him, pain that you welcome shocking through your body from your knees. Everything around you melts away and all you see is the ghost of a smile etched on his face, making him look familiar but at the same time unrecognizable. You start rambling, laughing and crying at the same time, shaking his shoulders lightly to wake him up. His skin feels cold. You think it must be a joke. He is playing a prank on you, as usual. He is just so good at pretending. Your grip gets stronger and stronger; you begin to shake him so hard that his head seems to be nodding.

You don't understand why he isn't waking. You don't see how this could happen when you just let him out of your sight for such a short time. You don't believe his chest is still and no breath is coming from his mouth and nose. You don't forgive yourself for not being there when it happened; when Fred died.

Yeah, I know. This is already the third one in this collection that's about Fred and George. But I just can't help it. I love them so much and Fred's death breaks my heart every time I think of it. This one might be a little heart-wrenching (I hope, at least). I've never written anything in present tense and second person, so please give me some feedback!

-Amber-