There was only one thought flashing through Percy Weasley's mind as the bricks flew towards him.
Fred.
He was mildly aware of being thrown backwards by the impact, of the blood trickling down his head, of a possible broken bone, but no pain compared to the one that ripped open his heart and left it bleeding out at the sight before him.
Fred Weasley was dead.
A strangled noise left Percy's throat, as he crawled his way to his younger brother, tears falling off his cheeks.
"No, no, no—" He sobbed, gathering Fred's body in his arms.
It hit him then that he couldn't remember the last time he had hugged Fred. Why was it, that the one time he would remember having his arms around his younger brother, was when his brother was already gone?
Percy was filled with rage. He let out a roar, hexing the Death Eater responsible for this. His spells sounded like nothing to his ears, all he heard was the blood pounding.
And then death.
It was silent.
Percy fell to his knees, crying the most he had ever cried. He was never one for tears, but his brother was dead. What else was there to do?
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Redamancy || Draco Malfoy
FanfictionOur world was so full of stereotypes; judgement being passed without concrete evidence. I lived my life right smacked in the middle of stereotypes. Every day, every breath was judgement. When I was born, I was judged to be a handful. When I was six...
