Stand Strong

By: Kryptonite

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A brilliant flash of green light was seen through the windows as a group composed of mainly redheads hurried towards it.

" No!" A few screamed, hurrying their pace. Slamming into the doors they entered the building. Harry Potter was in a bloody heap not five feet from the door.

" Harry!" Ginny ran to her once-crush and checked to see if he still had a pulse. He stirred reluctantly and allowed everyone to see the new gash on his forehead.

" Harry where is he? Where's Fred!" The Weasley brothers had breezed over Harry when they arrived looking for their brother.

" He left." Harry managed to mutter before Ginny scolded him and told him not to talk.

" He's not. dead is he?" George managed to grate out, looking fearfully at Harry for the answer. Harry slowly shook his head no.

" Then where the bloody hell is he!" Ron yelled. Hermione hit his leg from where she was kneeling next to the body of a fellow seventh year.

" He ran." Percy said from his perch next to a door that wasn't closed completely.

" Damn you Fred." Ron said a few other choice words but everyone dropped the subject as the rest of the ministry showed up and started sorting out the bodies.