Good night, Fred
By: Bill Weasley
"Fred!" I screamed, but no one heard.
Then a flash of green light.
Suddenly I was awake in my bed, breathing rapidly, crying. At first I was confused, not knowing where I was, or what had happened to the scene before me a few seconds before. I sighed. It was the nightmare again. Every night now… I sat there, shaking. How could… It was still too unreal to imagine, nonetheless think that it could have actually occurred.
I shakily got up and headed over to Ron's room.
"Ron…?" I asked, opening the door a crack. No answer, he was probably asleep already. I walked into his room and looked at the bed. The sheets covered his whole body, and he didn't seem to be moving. I frantically looked around and saw that the window was open. Could they have...My hands were shaking.
"No…" I said, about to cry, running over to Ron's bed, "God, not you too, please…" I pulled the covers from over his head and felt him. He was warm. Then I saw his chest, a slight rise and fall. I sighed as I lay down on the bed next to him, relieved. If he'd have died… I shivered at the thought. If he'd have died, I would have died too. I should have killed myself when Fred died, and I would have, if not for Ron. Every suicidal thought I had was countered with a comforting word, every cut I made with a smile on his face, every tear with encouragement. I couldn't let myself die, not when he had done so much to make me feel better. He had even offered to help with the joke shop. I had bluntly refused, of course. As good as a brother he could be he could never take Fred's place. I trembled as I had a flashback to that day. As we were closing up, the Death Eaters broke into the shop. Thinking quickly Fred shoved me under the invisibility cloak we'd just bought, the one that not only concealed you, but also any sound you made. Then they went up to him and… All I could do was watch helplessly as they killed him, the wand, the flash of green… and he was gone. After stopping only to leave the Dark Mark over our shop, they disapperated. I ran to Fred, cradling him in my arms and telling him that it would be okay. But it was not okay. I knew it would never be okay.That is, until Ron stepped in. Now things are getting better, but I know I'll never be whole again without him. I sighed asI came back to reality, and snuggled close to Ron. He was alive, and that was all I needed right now.
I spoke into the darkness, but I knew that He was listening,"I don't have nightmares when I'm near him, because he reminds me of you. Don't worry, he can never replace you, that I promise. But I need more than memories, Fred, I need someone who's alive and who cares. With a beating heart, and...,"I sighed as I sensed his displeasure at these words, "Don't be mad, Fred. He's just my brother, I'll never love him the way I loved you. But it's getting late now, Fred. I'm going to sleep now. You can'tstay mad at me while I'm asleep, you never could. So I'm going to sleep now, Fred. You know why I likemy dreams so much? Because when they're not haunting me, when I'm with Ron,I have wonderful dreams.Wonderful dreams about just you and me. Because that's the way it was meant to be. Just you and me. Goodnight now, Fred. I love you…"
In a few seconds, I drifted off to sleep.
A/N: I wrote this pretty late at night, I'm sorry if it's horrible. Comments and compliments appreciated If you like it, show you care and leave a review please.