The final dinner was silent. Everyone looked sleep deprived and sad. *This isn't how he would want it.*
I opened my mind and let it expand past the bounds of its limits.
*Dying isn't a sad thing. I want them to live on. No tears will bring me back. If you remember me I will live forever. But if they only remember the sadness of my death, then my life will have meant nothing.* I smiled as I heard his voice say exactly what I thought he would say. Someone's hand shook mine. I opened my eyes to meet Fred's worried eyes as he looked down at me.
I smiled at him. He slipped his hand into mine on the table and laced our fingers together. Seb and the others weren't sitting with us, but George was on my other side smiling at the two of us and Ginny was sitting across from us. I looked down at our hands, but the light scar that ran down my forearm caught my eye. I bit the inside of my lip, but Fred's hand squeezed mine encouragingly.
Dumbledore made the announcement I knew he would, that Voldemort had returned. The entire Great Hall went into an uproar...except for those few that already knew.
The train to England was long. Dumbledore had told me it would be best to not contact anyone for a little while once I got home. He also told me to make sure I didn't get too comfortable because he was going to come get me really soon. I stared out the window. Everyone in the car with me was silent. I leaned my head back against Fred's shoulder and fell asleep