Fred
There was a ringing in my ears. I picked myself up off the floor and grabbed my wand, ready to continue the fight. But something was wrong... Fred hadn't gotten up.
I looked around me. Fred, my little brother, Fred, was lying on the ground. So still. Unmoving. It was so unlike him to not move. He had to be playing a joke on me. Alright, Fred, joke's over, get up, we have to keep fighting, get up, come ON, GET UP!!! I screamed internally. Fred couldn't be dead. But I knew he was, something had changed inside me when the wall was blasted apart, something that told me something was wrong.
It had happened so fast. One minute, he was joking, and the next... dead. I stared down at my brother and Fred's sightless face stared back up at me. The last words he'd ever said to me were about me joking. That gave me some small relief, however. He'd died talking about something he loved.
I draped myself over him as I screamed his name and cried. I felt someone tugging at Fred and I pushed them away. I needed this moment alone. But they kept tugging. I finally looked up. It was Harry Potter.
Suddenly I understood what he was doing. We had to hide Fred, lest there come anymore harm on him.
As soon as Fred was safe, I clutched my wand.
"ROOKWOOD!!"
I would avenge Fred. Because what had happened was so wrong, so supernatural. I needed to avenge him for what I should have done.
I should have killed Rookwood before he got to Fred.