Fred Weasley
Died: Fighting for good.
He couldn't be dead. No. I must have heard wrong. Percy and Ron were dragging me behind them and that's when I saw him. And I knew I hadn't heard wrong. I sank to the floor next to him, hugging his lifeless body much like Percy had done a minute ago. My eyes burned with tears and I let them fall. The pain was unbearable. Why? Why had he died without me? We did everything together. Laughed together, fought together, lived together, and died together. This wasn't right.
I helped Percy move his body to the Great Hall with the others and then pulled out my wand, prepared to fight all the Death Eaters at once. He was my brother, my twin, my best friend. There was no way in hell I was just going to sit there and cry about it. And now there was no power on Earth that could stop me from avenging his death and I was willing to die trying.
A/N: It's a bit short but, ya know. I know I've been doing all of the other chapters in context to what the person meant to Harry but I thought that this chapter really needed to be from George's point of view for, I hope, obvious reasons.
