crashing down // Fred Weasley

turning point

-Fred's pov

His voice was everywhere, seeping through the air, running along the walls, slipping down the stairs—even slithering through the pipes. It was ringing in my ears, churning my stomach, making my head bubble. But the only thing I could focus on was the lifeless body lay above me, held down by shrapnel and bricks fallen from the wall.

There was an explosion— that's all I could remember. My brother, he was fighting the minister when I saw her out of the corner of my eyes. She noticed before I did, the spell that caused the castle to rumble, she saved me. I owe her my life.

But now she was still. I couldn't hear her breathing in my ear but Voldemorts voice, his sickly, gripping voice requesting Harry to meet him but the forbidden forest. It was revolting, I wanted nothing more but for his voice to leave my head, let me help her, the woman I loved so much, lay still above me. I needed to help her.

"Perce!" I yelled through the rubble. Dust caught on my chest as I coughed it up. I sat forward, listening as rocks and pebbles fell from the girls back. Something warm dripped into my hand and I refused to look. "Percy!" I yelled again, my yell getting caught in a sob. This couldn't be happening.

"Fred!" A voice yelled back to me— my ears were ringing, it was someone familiar but I couldn't tell exactly who. "Fred is that you!" The voice had gotten closer.

"Help!" Was the only word that came to mind, I didn't know who's name to shout, what verb or noun. Help was what I needed— was what she needed.

I felt a weight being lifted from my chest, her body began to float, dust fell towards me, into my eyes, my mouth but I didn't care. A hand grabbed mine, pulling me to my feet. "Fred," a raspy voice said holding me tight, they had a strong grip, they held me still just between their neck and their head. "Oh Fred." It was Sirius.

I began to sob. Holding in what I wanted so much to be false, it couldn't- she couldn't. "I don't know what—" I trailed. I lifted my gaze, behind us, crouched over the frozen body was Remus, her hand in his, his tears falling onto the cold floor. He was crying, bad. I dropped to my knees, no matter how hard Sirius tried to keep he afoot.

"We need to get her to the Great Hall," he whispered in a low voice. It had been a while now, minutes, hours maybe. Remus and I were by her side, seeing her the way out watching as the light flickered off in her face. I refused to believe it but I was currently being proved wrong. My heart broke.

We took her body to the hall. Why am I saying it like she's an object she's a person. A living...breathing...no. She's alive, she's steady, her heart is beating. She just took a hit too hard, concussion at the minimum. She was just knocked out, she'd wake up soon. She has too.

I cried as they set her body onto a large platform. Madame Pomfry rushed to her side, checking her pulse, placing her ear to her chest. She covered her mouth and let the sobs fall quietly, McGonagall was at her side next— following the nurses actions.

I was angry, suddenly. Why were they crying? Why weren't they doing their job? She needed help, she could be fixed, a simple spell, a medication.

"Help her," I croaked and almost immediately a long warm arm wrapped around my shoulders. "What are you doing! Help her!" I was screaming now, everyone was looking.

Neville was by our side at an instant, Hermione and Ron, Seamus and Luna. Next was George, by my feet in seconds, holding me tight to his body- I clung, I clung for life, for death, for Sophie.

It hurt. It was painful. But then, when I looked up again, my heart finally split in two.

Remus was sat by the girl, his husband at his side as he cried. His back wobbling and his hands shaking, it was like he was vomiting but nothing spilled from his mouth, it was traumatic to watch.

I sank to his level and brought his hands up in my own and hugged him. For the first real time I hugged Remus Lupin, her godfather, her parents best friend, my old teacher, a man who had lost his light. I hugged him. We shared the pain. We sat by her side, as long as we could for.

Everything became blurry after a while. My head hurt, my heart churned in my stomach and my insides crawled. I don't know when it did but his voice had gone, completely.

Sirius didn't leave his side, nor did George mine. I was grateful, we both were. But there was nothing to do. She was gone. Sophie was dead.

She died saving me. Because I wouldn't make her go home, I let her stay it's my fault, she's dead because of me. She's-

"Where's Harry?" Sirius asked quickly, out of the blue. Our eyes scanned the room, he wasn't here. "Where is he?" The man said over...and over and over.

"Where's Harry!!!"

A/N: ...... erm merry christmas?