This was inspired by On My Own by Blitzere!

I was walking down the hallway- why was the war suddenly so silent!? Where was Fred? I walked down to the Great Hall, pondering on these.

In a sea of mingled colors and sounds, somehow I could only hear and see one spot. Among the grievers was a dot of flaming red hair. Walking even quicker, terror struck my heart.

I scanned my family- Ginny, Hermione, Ron, his mother, his father- but where was my brother? Where was Fred?

Then I knew. I knew without knowing, saw without seeing. That pang that I had while battling Yaxley made sense now.

Brother!

They parted- or did I make them? And then he was there, and then we wasn't…

I was in a dark space, a space with no walls and no windows, no escape, just because Fred… was gone… to a place without me. No more plans for pranks, no more Weasley's Wizard Wheezes…

An intercom, so it seemed, spoke into the room.

"George… George."

Gred and Forge, I thought. Then I cried harder. Nothingness was wanted. What about a Dementor's Kiss? Suddenly, I was out of the room and running, hoping dementors would come.

No!

None?

Why not?

No. Now Harry? Harry was dead? Somehow I had seen Harry as a brother- Fred must know! I turned, expecting to see my face staring back at me- and met air.

Then I remembered-

Fred was gone.

I am so sorry if it was so bad! Ran out of steam halfway through.

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