George looked at his brother, his eyes soft. He knew what would happen today.
Tell him you love him. Don't forget, or you never forgive yourself.
Apollo's words ran over and over again in his head.
"You ready for this?" Fred asked, throwing his wand into the air and catching it.
I am. You're not. George thought. He'd debated telling his brother he couldn't fight. But he knew Fred. And he knew he would have ignored him.
"Fred, before the fight starts... I love you."
"I love you too you fool. Now let's go!" He laughed.
George stood, watching as his brothers body got carried away. His mother was wailing in sorrow. He wanted to wail too.
A man walked up to him, his eyes were pained.
"Let's go." George nodded, and allowed Apollo to carry him away.
Minerva stood. Her students were mourning the lost. They were celebrating the victory. So many things were happening.
"Minerva, it's time to repair Hogwarts." Professor Flitwick looked at the headmistress.
"I know."
"Shall I search for someone?" He squeaked.
"No, I know someone." She replied, and walked away to send an owl.
