Alarm burst through Hermione and Harry's features.

"So how do you properly kill the person?"

Neither seemed pleased with my comment.

"What about we use a zombie?" Harry asked.

His hand, though, snakes over to my wand and peeled it from where it has rested on the floor.
Hermione shook her head slowly, never tearing her eyes from me.

"They're already dead."

I stood insistently. My robes felt heavy, but the weight in my heart was heavier.

"You two have your whole lives left-"

I tried to sneak a glance at the old and withered pages of the book, but Hermione slammed it shut.

"But so do you!" Hermione whispered.

My teeth began to mangle my lip as I debated wether to speak my fears or to leave them silent. My eyes fell as I settled on the first option.

"I don't want to live in a world without Fred."

My heart empty yet again, I prepared to face the protests.

Hermione almost screamed, "This potion will fix him!"

Then she broke. "I can't watch you die and see Fred alive going through the same torture you went through."

A waterfall began to fall from Hermione as she finally tore her gaze from my face. Harry looked on in alarm, wiping a tear of his own from his cheek.

I suddenly realized what the impact of my death would be.