~I am sorry, I still have to finish Back To The Future Band, and Why do I have to have such a big heart. But I have writer's block on both them at the moment. And don't worry, I pinky promise that I will finish both of them. So enjoy~

"Hello Minister! Did I mention that I'm resighning?"

"Now that's the Geek I know and love! Very well said, Perce!" Fred laughed as he threw a charm at a dementor and then stopped to clap his hands. There was a dementor sneaking up behind him. Fred was unaware, at least until Percy pointed his wand to it and yelled out a spell. The dementor went down and Fred jerked his attention behind him. "How many times have you saved my life now, big brother?"

Percy chuckled. "I lost count."

"Touche' brother, touche'."

The air exploded. The earth beneath them began to shake. Moments later, Percy picked himself up off the ground. The dust and smoke in the air was so thick he couldn't see a thing. Coughing he yelled, "Fred! Fredrick! Can you hear me?"

He muttered some words and pointed his wand in the air and all of the smoke disappeared. There was depris everywhere.

"Fred! You freak, if you're playing a joke on me it's not funny!"

Percy was beginning to get worried. Fred was nowhere to be seen. He spotted something that made his heart stop. Fred's wand.

Percy ran to it and picked it up. He clutched it his fist. Tears streamed down his face.

'No. No. NO! NOT FRED! NOT MY LITTLE BROTHER!' Percy thought.

He fell to his knees crying. He cried for hours. He leaned up against the wall and pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them, sobbing uncontrolably into his knees. Until his family and friends found him. He had stopped crying a few minutes before they arrived. Arthur put a hand on his shoulder. Percy jumped up and had him pinned to the wall with his wand at his throat.

"Percy! It's us!" He yelled.

Percy released his father. "I'm sorry. I - I didn't know."

"It's quite alright. I'm sorry I frightened you."

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked, putting a hand on his son's shoulder again.

Percy didn't meet his eyes. Anyone's eyes for that matter.

George stepped forward. "Where's Fred?"

Percy didn't answer.

George grabbed him by the shoulders. "Where's Fred? Where is he?" He yelled.

Percy finally made himself look into his brother's eyes.

He shook his head and held up Fred's wand, tears running down his face again.

Percy heard his mother gasp. He looked around to everyone. Molly and Arthur were crying and holding each other. Luna was crying into her father's chest, Bill and Charlie were trying not to cry. Harry was holding Ginny while she cried. And Hermoine was trying to comfort Ron.

George fell to his knees, crying, sobbing. "How?"

"Th - The explosion, it must have just - there's no body."

"NO!" George yelled. "I - I should have been there. I - I knew we shouldn't have split up. It - It," He looked up at Percy. "You were with him. Why didn't protect him?"

"George -" There father started.

"NO!" George stood up. "HE SHOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING! AND IF HE HAD FRED WOULD STILL BE HERE! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Percy slid down the wall again, back into the same position his family had found him in. He couldn't take this.

"GEORGE!" There father yelled. "It's not Percy's fault. He couldn't have stopped the explosion! It wasn't his fault." His voice broke and he turned back to Molly.

"No," Percy said softly. "It is my fault. It's my fault he's gone. I'm not a good brother. I should have done somthing. I -" He started to cry. He knew everyone blamed him, even if his father said they didn't. In one day, Percy lost his little brother, his best friend. And now the rest of his family.

Luna pulled away from her father and knelt down beside Percy. She put a hand on his arm. "Percy, no. It's not your fault. Any of us could have died. Me, you, George. Any of us. Fred knew that. He knew that there was a chance of being killed," She had to stop for a few moments to calm herself. "And he risked his life for everyone, because that's just how he was. He had a big heart."

By that time she was crying over her deceased boyfriend again. Her father bent down and took her into his arms.

"I'm sorry Percy." George choked out. "It's just-"

"I know George. I know."

"Com on. Let's go home." There father said, wiping his tears away.

George and Percy got up off the ground. And Arthur put an arm around Percy and the other around George. And they all walked home together.

A month later:

Everyone mourned in their own way.

Molly kept herself busy, sowing, cooking, cleaning. Though you would always find her crying while doing her hobbies. 'My son, my baby. He's gone.'

Arthur locked himself in his workshop out back. Collecting muggle inventions and toys. Trying to figure out what they were and how they worked. But sometimes his mind would wander. 'It's not fair. He didn't live long enough. He was so young. Why? Why did this happen?'

Ron, Hermoine, Harry and Ginny hung out together. Going on shopping trips, much to Harry and Ron's dismay. And talking. Doing whatever to keep themselves busy and to not cry.
'Sure he wasn't the perfect brother, and he might have played too many pranks on me, but I still loved him.' Ron thought one day out with Harry, Ginny, and Hermoine. He knew that his friends, and little sister were thinking the same thing.

Charlie went back to Romania to work woth the Dragons again.

Bill and Fleur went back to their Shell Cottage.

George still ran the shop. He opened the shop in the early hours of the morning, sometimes the sun wouldn't even be up yet, and then keep it open till late at night.
One night when George was closing the shop, he fell to his knees, crying. 'I don't know how much more of this I can take. I'm alone. That's never happened. It used to be Fred and Geogre, Gred and Forge, but now it's just George.'

Percy moved back into The Burrow. He stayed in his old room and didn't come out. He tried to read his books, but he couldn't because they reminded him of Fred. He used to read them to his little brother when they were younger. He then tried to just sleep, but he was haunted by his brother. Everytime he closed his eyes he would hear their conversation. Percy thought he was going insanely mad. 'Just a month ago, we were laughing. Side by side. I should be the one dead, not Fred.' Percy said to himself one day laying in bed.

Luna tried to hunt for her strange little creatures, but she couldn't, because Fred used to hunt with her. She then tried to walk in the woods, and she couldn't even do that. Her and Fred used to take long walks all the time. She couldn't even be in her own home without thinking her Fred. She had already lost her mother, and now her boyfriend? It was all too much for her.

One night she sat down on her bed looking at the stars. Just like her and Fred used to. She looked down at her hand, the golden band that Fred had given her before the war. They were going to get married and tell everyone after the war was over. And now they couldn't. "If I wasn't Looney then, I'm surely Looney now." She thought.

~Okay, there is chapter one! Wow, I got tears in my eyes writing this! So sad! It broke my heart! Reviews would be nice Thank you! ~