To love our enemy is impossible. The moment we understand our rival, we feel compassion towards them, and they are no longer the enemy. Madeline Weasley battles the conflict of being in love with the enemy and the struggle of also being in love with...
A raspy voice whispered into my ear and I covered my ears.
"Is it done?" Ron asked and I unplugged my ears. Harry tensed and we all stood.
"Let's go," we all ran out and down the stairs into a group of people. The panicked crowd was all but steady as we tried to get through. We barely made it in a group, but eventually we had entered the doors of the great hall. Harry looked at Ron and I sympathetically, and it only took me about 3 seconds to realized something was wrong.
"Harry," my voice unsteady. "where is my family?" Harry pointed over to a group that surrounded a corner, and Ron and I pushed our way through. And by that point, I wish we hadn't because we had just saw the most horrific thing possible.
Fred, on the ground.
Dead.
Ron rushed over to Fred and kneeled down by him, bawling. I stood there, in the back of the group, still shocked and just staring.
He wasn't dead, he was playing a trick. George probably knows about it too.
All the hopeful scenarios played in my mind, but when I looked to see George's face, it wasn't a look of laughter, like he always had when they were being funny, it was of pure terror and loss.
"Oh my god," I whispered and tears started to stream down my face. Ginny pulled me into a hug and we both sobbed. One part of the double twins was gone, and he would never walk again. At least not here with us.
