I watched as Oliver leaned over James, sobbing harshly. As my cue came, I ran over, and immediately, tears filled my eyes, nearly blinding me. James, or Fred, lay on the cot prop, looking very much dead with the fake blood around him, however, my mind didn't seem to register that as I looked towards Oliver and threw my arms around his neck as he wound his around my waist. We sought comfort in one another, not caring that this wasn't real, or that it was only scripted. Just the thought of his twin brother, my childhood friend, dead was enough to send us into fits of sobs. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER. Just a little one-shot on the scene of Fred's death containing my oc whom has been best friends with the Phelps brothers since birth. The cover is not mine and belongs to Sparroesong of DeviantArt. I pray that she/he does not get mad for borrowing without permission. ______ WRITTEN: December 25, 2015