Harry pulled me away from everyone, we found a quiet spot near the lake, this held many fond memories, but also some not so good ones, but it seemed as good a place as any. We both sat on the bank of lake, facing away from the castle as it looked such a state, all those happy memories in that castle and now it resembled a battlefield, which I guess it had been, but still, it wasn't an easy sight to withhold.
Harry explained everything to me, every last detail. Now I understood why it was so important to him, now I understood my we had to be apart. There was no way I could have kept my hopes up and kept in contact for that long.
I spent all that time hating myself and hating him for what he had done to me, however well Hermione had explained it to me, it meant so much more coming from him, somehow.
I now realised why I hated him so much, it was my way of hiding how much I really cared, tricking my mind into hating him, rather than longing after him.
Now I realise he did the best thing possible.
We lay down side by side, watching the sky and the eerie silence crept from the castle to the whole grounds, but we still lay, holding hands. I didn't want to let go. A tear streamed down my face as I recalled the night’s events, although strangely, I wouldn't have changed that moment for the world.
I still had Harry. I loved Harry. I was happy.
As we realised what the time was we slowly got up and started making our way back up to the castle, we still hadn't confirmed that we were back together, as a couple I mean. But I didn't think the question even needed asking. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him as we walked through the hall up to Fred's body. I looked straight into his piercing green eyes and could see the pain behind them, but he carried on holding me, he held me tighter than ever and I wished for him to never let go.
With this, it was decided that the time had come to head back home. With Hogwarts in the state it was, apparition was now possible from the grounds. Still being 16 I couldn't actually apparate, so I held onto harry and he side along appeared me home. (Even though he hasn't passed his test yet I trusted him, and knew he was perfectly capable, plus, I think the ministry has bigger things to worry about at this very moment in time.) The strangest feeling was over before it had begun and I found myself outside the front door of The Burrow, everyone else's was the too, other than George, they claimed they had given him a minute longer with Fred, alone.
And with that George appeared, straight into the Burrows sitting room, with Fred in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
He had died serving a worthy cause and was to be put to rest in a respected manor. The funeral was to take place at The Burrow.