I wrote this story in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep, sorry for any mistakes.

I made my way to the Great Hall after Voldemort's announcement, looking for my twin the whole way. I wanted to make sure he was okay.

I normally wouldn't have been this worried, but I could sense something was wrong.

When I entered the Hall, my eyes immediately landed on my family, surrounding one of the many cots on the floor.

I rushed towards them and stumbled to a stop, unable to move closer to the cot, to Fred's body.

My knees hit the ground as tears came to my eyes my my mother's arms wrapped around me, pulling my head to her chest and started stroking my hair.