Disclaimer: I Do not own any of Harry Potter. I only own the plot. If I owned Harry Potter, I certainly wouldn't be on here, now would I?
You look around the devastating scene sadly and slowly. You feel that's it's your entire fault that he attacked. Your green eyes scan all the broken bodies scattered around the corridor. Your eyes stop on one body in particular, one that was surrounded by a sea of ginger hair.
"Fred."
You whisper sorrowfully feeling tears just build up on the brim, just waiting to fall over. The only red headed girl sees you and comes over wrapping you in gentle arms.
"Are you okay?"
You nod your head, even though you really don't know what you're feeling. Smooth hands caress your face and brush away your tears.
Subconsciously leaning into the comforting warmth of the hands, you catch a whiff of roses. Of course you knew all along who it was but the scent just drove you to the breaking point. Tears started rushing down your cheeks leaving salty trails. You attempted to turn away but the hands kept you in place. Green eyes met cinnamon eyes that were shining with crystal like tears.
"We don't blame you," a feminine voice whispered, "at least he died with a smile on his face."
The tears in the cinnamon eyes spilled over and you pull the girl forward into your chest, desperately wanting to shield her from the pain. Together you stand, looking over the red haired family. Their only daughter in your embrace. You know that you may be hurt now, and it will always be painful, but it will get better and the family will still love you like one of their own. Their daughter will still love you because…
Together you stand, but divided you fall, protecting them forever.