Fred's POV
It felt as though an icy, frozen hand had reached into my chest, clutched my heart and ripped it out. I think I'm gonna puke. Spill my guts, blood, and organs all over the ground. Tears threatened to fall and I was breathing in a rapid concession.
In ... out ... in ... out ... in ... and out. That was all I could do. Breath. Everything I have ever believed has crashed down around me. Everything I've ever wanted, snatched from my grasp. All in a matter of minutes (even though it felt like a life time) I don't understand how I let this happen. Why this has to happen. I thought I could wait, plan for the perfect time to ask him out. Then we would go on a few dates, fall in love, start a family together. I thought I'd get my happily ever after. I guess I was wrong.
He was gone. The one person who I loved more then anyone else, was gone. One minute he was there. We were fighting and casting spells. I could see Ron and Hermione fighting Malfoy over in the corner. George was battling a huge, furry beast along side lee. Neville, Luna, Ginny and Tonks were trying their hardest to keep Belatrix at bay. And Harry, my beautiful, courageous and powerful Harry was fighting You-Know-Who himself. They were casting spell after spell, more powerful then any I've seen and throwing insults for all to hear. Harry seemed to be doing well. That is until I turned away only to whip back around as I heard a blood curling screech.
Laying on the floor with a gapping whole through his chest was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-lived. Just like that all fighting ceased. For the hope of the light lay bleeding on the ground. Falling, I grabbed his hand telling him to be ok, he had to be ok. I begged him to stay awake and keep his eyes open. I knew however, as he gave a wretched cough that he would not live.
"It's *cough cough* okay" he whispered.
" I saved you, that's all that Matt—-" and with that he gave his last pain filled breath.
He died because of me, because I wasn't paying attention. He died and I never even got to say I love you.
Giving a scream full of anger and agony I jumped up and ran towards V-voldemort with the intention of punching him. I did not expect to see a blast of bright emerald green light hurtling towards me at an alarming rate. I froze look around me and smiled as I realised I would get to tell Harry after all.
Third Person POV
It was on that day that Wizarding Britain lost two bright souls to the war. It did however make people fight harder. In the end the light won, not without lose but that lose was far smaller then it could have been. Looking down at them for above was a couple holding hands. One man with blazing red hair and the other a man with midnight hair, glasses and a lightning bolt scar.
The End
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Heartbroken
FanfictionHe thought he had time.Thought he could come up with a plan.Thought he would always have him.What he never realised was that he had been losing him for a while and now he was completely gone. A/n This is my first ever fanfic, I don't know if it's a...
