As I called your name out in the cold stale air, nothing returned the call. I ran through the mist into the great hall where I saw your mother look at me with the tears of a million little oceans in her eyes, knowing something had happened happened to you. As I walked up breaking the silence with the sound of my boots. You laid there on the ground, lifeless. With no joy, nothing. I collapsed to the ground sobbing into your brown jacket. It still had your scent. I touched your cold face with the hands I used to stroke your hair with, although that was the thing you hated the most yet you let me do it. George picked me up off the ground, and it all went blank.
As I laid in your bed with the warm pillows we used to hit each other with in the middle of the night, but now they were cold. I couldn't move a muscle, but I could. Molly and George stood in the doorway looking over me, I turned over to the other side seeing pictures of me and you with George after we pulled a prank on Snape. I remember like it was yesterday, we took all of the tests and turned all of them into ashes and you could see him in the back of the photo with his iconic blank facial expression. I took the comforter and cover my face sobbing uncontrollably. Obviously we got detention after that, but that's when we pulled a prank on Filch, somehow you made him balled after in the library for HOURS. At that moment George says,-
