If you've read my story called War is Over you might recognise part of this story as I've used some of it in this story but have changed it slightly.

Chapter 11 – Fred's Worst Prank
"No Fred, wake up I don't like this prank. Please, please, please wake up. It isn't funny anymore." George sobbed lying over his twin's lifeless body.

George was begging with Fred to wake up and he just had too. Fred couldn't be dead, he just couldn't. But it was no use, no amount of begging from George seemed to wake Fred up.

"Come on Freddie, I need you man! Wake up!" George sobbed grabbing the collar of his shirt. Arthur who had appeared in the Great Hall moments earlier, tried to prise George away from Fred's body but George just pushed him away.

"Is there any way he can be helped?" George cried looking around at his family, all with tears falling from their own eyes. Arthur shook his head.

"THERE HAS TO BE!" George shouted anger filling every part of his aching body.

Hermione tried to comfort George and she seemed to be the only person he let near him. It was as though they both knew how each other were feeling. George had lost his best friend and Hermione had lost the love of her life.

"Why did we have to split up? He'd be alive now if I had of stayed with him. It's all my fault!" George sobbed tugging on Fred's dust covered jacket.

"Come now George it's not your fault at all. Do not blame yourself." Molly soothed putting a reassuring hand on George's shoulder.

Hermione just hugged George tighter.

"Please don't blame yourself George." She sniffed. "None...none of us could help ...it all happened in a flash."

Percy was stood looking lost and helpless, not knowing what to do or what to say to anyone. It was George who was lost however. George had just lost his best friend, his brother and his twin. This was George's worst nightmare come true, his boggart which no riddikulus spell could fix.

Molly knelt beside George, in a bid to comfort him again, trying her best to stay calm, putting on a brave face for the rest of her family. There was still a war going around them all but for them the war had ceased as they grieved the loss of Fred. George's emotions turned from being upset to anger, anger filling every inch of his body as he wanted to find the person who killed his best friend and repay the favour.

"Come on George we all have to be brave. This isn't all over yet. Fred would want you to be brave. No doubt he's looking down at all of us. He would want us to all go out there and fight for what we believe in." Molly spoke and they all knew she was right.

Her words seemed to instantly calm George down. All the Weasley family were there now, stood around Fred's body, grieving in their own little way. There was the oldest Weasley son; Bill, hugging his wife Fleur tightly as she sobbed silently, there was Ginny the only girl and the youngest in the family, stood in Percy's arms as she stared at Fred's body and then there were Arthur and Molly, stood crying silently in each others arms. Charlie was there too, shaking his head in shock. Ron was now consoling Hermione who was blaming herself.
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The great hall was strewn with casualties and bodies, people attending to the various wounded. It was like a scene from some horror movie. It was then that Harry appeared being followed by Luna and Neville. Harry ran straight over to the group of redheads to see what was happening. Harry stopped in his tracks when he spotted Fred. The guilt he felt was so immense. Hermione and Ron dashed to Harry's side to see if he was ok.

"He...he's not dead is he?" Harry asked, stuttering.
"Yes...yes...he's gone Harry. He's gone and...there was...nothing I could do." Hermione cried into her best friend's chest.

There was no way Fred could be dead, no way. To Harry, Fred always seemed invincible. He didn't deserve to die, none of the people lying in the Great Hall deserved to die for him. Harry knew what he was going to do and before anymore innocent people lost their lives because of him. As Harry comforted his two best friends, another body was brought into the Great Hall. This time it was that of one of Malfoy's friends; Crabbe. The stretcher was placed on the floor where the healer pulled a blanket over the Slytherin student's body.

"Bloodly hell! That's Crabbe." Ron shrieked.

Something had changed in Hermione. She straightened herself up, wiped away the last of the tears and looked like she was ready for action.

"We need to get the snake!" She stated.
"Are you sure you're alright to do this Hermione? To continue fighting? Both of you?" Harry asked.
"Fred wouldn't want us to give up, he'd want us to fight on and that's what we're going to do." Hermione answered. "If we give up now, then Fred's death will have been in vain."
"Count me in too! Fred wouldn't want us to give up." George spoke, having overheard what Hermione had said.
"We need to kill the snake." Harry stated. "He'll more than likely have the snake with him, especially if he knows what we're doing."
"Did you destroy those other two?" George asked.
"Yeah Hermione and I did." Ron answered.
"Then it's just the snake." George spoke, shooting a look at his family.