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Chapter Four

I opened my eyes to darkness. It was cold. Instead of the soft bed I had fallen asleep on, I was laying on the hard, dirt ground. I wasn't in the Weasley's nice little home anymore. I was in the middle of a dark forest.

I stood up and started walking, unsure of where I was actually headed. My bare feet were crushing the dead leaves that covered the ground. I saw a dim light in the distance. I started running towards it, desperate to get out of this forest. With every step on the ground, the broken pieces of tree bark and the small, sharp pebbles would tear into my feet leaving small, stinging cuts.

The light, I realized as I got closer, was flashing. It was almost as if spells were being cast back and forth. Finally I reached the end of the forest and found myself at the entrance to a large clearing. The grass was softer on my aching feet, but it was still dark, nighttime. Whoever was throwing spells had stopped the second I'd emerged from the dark forest.

That's when I saw George. He was lying on his back in the grass. I ran towards him, calling to him. I hadn't been happier to see a familiar face in my life.

Finally I reached the boy and dropped to my knees next to him. He was frozen still, not moving. His brown eyes were open and lifeless. I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. I called his name, pleading he would wake up from whatever trance he was in. Admitting defeat, I dropped him back to his spot on the grass and fell next to him and closed my eyes, silent tears flowing past my eyelids and down my cheeks. George was dead.

After sometime of lying there in silence, I opened my eyes. I noticed something about George. It was something different about this George than the George I know today.

George back home is missing an ear. Ginny had explained it was something he had lost in the early stages of the war, back when Fred was still alive.

This George had both ears. I sat up, examining the boy. No, this wasn't George… This was Fred.

I stumbled away in utter shock. I couldn't understand why a boy who had died a few months ago was lying in the grass in front of me.

Then I saw another flash of light out of the corner of my eye. I spun around, overlooking a sight more horrifying than anything I'd ever seen.

Hundreds of bodies were lying on the grass behind me. Of course, none of them were familiar faces like that of the Weasley boy near my feet, but the sight was still enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. I walked carefully through the sea of witches and wizards, my heart aching for every one of them. I continued to walk, towards the flashing lights of obviously dueling wands.

That's when I saw him: my father. He was standing against a brick wall in a relaxed position. Wand in hand, he stood with his arms to his sides. I froze at the sight, unsure if I should run to my deceased father or drop to the ground and sob. I picked the former, and started walking carefully to the man who had been there for me my whole life; the man who would never be there again.

I started noticing familiar faces forming a path to my father. Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and the real George were all standing around my father and me, holding neutral body positions and looking stunned. I was scared, and I picked up my pace.

I started running to my dad, faster and faster. It seemed that the longer I ran to him, the longer the distance between us became. I screamed his name, sobbing. Tears were streaming down my face as I ran on this never ending treadmill of grass.

Defeated, I fell to the ground. I pulled my bare legs to my chest and wrapped my arms around myself. I cried, and cried, watching my father stand as still as before. Hexes and spells were flying through the air, narrowly missing my father and friends.

I heard a voice, in my otherwise silent world. It was soft, eerie, and serpent like. It muttered the words no one in the Wizarding world ever wants to hear. The killing curse. Avada Kedavra.

I screamed, and I watched the blinding flash of green light shoot towards my father. It hit him straight in the chest. And I watched him fall.

And then everything went black.

A/N: Much shorter chapter, but it's mostly a filler. It was all necessary though! Hope you're liking it. LET ME KNOW. Reviews. 3