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Summary: I felt like writing something violently sad for once. This was the result of that feeling.
Numb. That was all Fred Weasley had felt for the last week. He hadn't moved from his bed, and his room was dark and silent. Too silent. He stared across the room at the other bed. It had extendable ears, skiving snack boxes, and robes strewn across it. Despite the clutter, the bed was horribly empty.
It had been a nice day at first, it had happened on a Friday, George's favorite day. The day had started out so normal. The whole Weasley family had been together; even Percy had taken the day off. They had invited Harry and Hermione along.
It was supposed to be a simple day, a day for picnicking and just being together. The death eaters, bitter at the defeat of the dark lord took their revenge. They arrived at the picnic. Most of what had happened then was still a blur for Fred. The only thing he really remembered was George leaping in front of him.
The laughter of the death eaters still hadn't left his ears. That wasn't what laughter was supposed to sound like. Fred didn't think he could ever laugh again. George had always been the one to make him laugh; the laughter had been killed in one violent second.
Fred wasn't aware that he was crying, he was only aware of the deep in his chest. He felt so hollow, he felt as though he had been ripped in half. He couldn't stand being so horribly alone. He couldn't stand the silence. He couldn't stand thinking of the ball of energy that had been his brother being so lifeless.
A small tap on the door brought Fred back to his room sharply. He wasn't able to verbally answer; all he managed to do was clear his throat. The door opened and Fred winced as the light spilled in from the hallway. Percy came in. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days.
"I brought you some food." Percy set the plate down next to Fred.
"I am not hungry." Fred's voice sounded as hollow as he felt.
"You haven't eaten in days Fred, eat it." Percy sat on the floor beside the bed.
Fred felt strangely comforted by his presence, and he sat up and ate a few bites to humor Percy. The Weasley house was far too empty. Bill and Charlie had been in and out. Their Mum and Dad were still there. But there were two voids. Ron had died exactly the same way as George had. Protecting a part of his family.
Ron had jumped in front of Hermione. Her screams had been lost on Fred on that day but he recalled them now. Ron had loved Hermione and he had been the one to give her away on the day she married Harry. Ron had given his life so that Hermione and Harry could be together.
Percy's sob broke the silence and Fred looked over at the look of pure grief on his brother's face. He sat up and put his hand on Percy's shoulder. They sat their like that for a few moments grieving.
"I was always too hard on both of you, but deep down I would have given anything to be just like you." Percy choked out suddenly.
Fred wasn't sure if there were any words he could use to respond to this. Instead he just moved down onto the floor and hugged his brother and the two of them cried together for the loss of their brothers.
Summary: I felt like writing something violently sad for once. This was the result of that feeling.
Numb. That was all Fred Weasley had felt for the last week. He hadn't moved from his bed, and his room was dark and silent. Too silent. He stared across the room at the other bed. It had extendable ears, skiving snack boxes, and robes strewn across it. Despite the clutter, the bed was horribly empty.
It had been a nice day at first, it had happened on a Friday, George's favorite day. The day had started out so normal. The whole Weasley family had been together; even Percy had taken the day off. They had invited Harry and Hermione along.
It was supposed to be a simple day, a day for picnicking and just being together. The death eaters, bitter at the defeat of the dark lord took their revenge. They arrived at the picnic. Most of what had happened then was still a blur for Fred. The only thing he really remembered was George leaping in front of him.
The laughter of the death eaters still hadn't left his ears. That wasn't what laughter was supposed to sound like. Fred didn't think he could ever laugh again. George had always been the one to make him laugh; the laughter had been killed in one violent second.
Fred wasn't aware that he was crying, he was only aware of the deep in his chest. He felt so hollow, he felt as though he had been ripped in half. He couldn't stand being so horribly alone. He couldn't stand the silence. He couldn't stand thinking of the ball of energy that had been his brother being so lifeless.
A small tap on the door brought Fred back to his room sharply. He wasn't able to verbally answer; all he managed to do was clear his throat. The door opened and Fred winced as the light spilled in from the hallway. Percy came in. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days.
"I brought you some food." Percy set the plate down next to Fred.
"I am not hungry." Fred's voice sounded as hollow as he felt.
"You haven't eaten in days Fred, eat it." Percy sat on the floor beside the bed.
Fred felt strangely comforted by his presence, and he sat up and ate a few bites to humor Percy. The Weasley house was far too empty. Bill and Charlie had been in and out. Their Mum and Dad were still there. But there were two voids. Ron had died exactly the same way as George had. Protecting a part of his family.
Ron had jumped in front of Hermione. Her screams had been lost on Fred on that day but he recalled them now. Ron had loved Hermione and he had been the one to give her away on the day she married Harry. Ron had given his life so that Hermione and Harry could be together.
Percy's sob broke the silence and Fred looked over at the look of pure grief on his brother's face. He sat up and put his hand on Percy's shoulder. They sat their like that for a few moments grieving.
"I was always too hard on both of you, but deep down I would have given anything to be just like you." Percy choked out suddenly.
Fred wasn't sure if there were any words he could use to respond to this. Instead he just moved down onto the floor and hugged his brother and the two of them cried together for the loss of their brothers.