On Fire- A Fred Weasly fan fiction

The world is like a large wildfire and I am inside while smoke fills my lungs, and the smell of pine fills the air. I am screaming while you stand there with a full bucket of blue, cold water. You look right past the trees and the smoke, and the collapsing trees, because how could you possibly put out a fire that you can not see? How can you put out a fire that you are causing unknowingly? You can not, and that is why I am now standing here on fire.

(Credits to J.K. Rowling)