The gruesome glow that had steadily been getting stronger seeped into his skin slowly. It was an exact replica of the potion seeping into the Great Hall, tainting him that horrible zombie green.

"I will." I whispered, quickly un-enchanting and turning the handle to allow at least one twin free of the tainted memories filling the room.

The door slammed behind me and my own idiotic self failed to notice my sister standing in front of me. When it finally registered in my head, that the youngest Weasley witch was standing right in front of me near tears, I realized exactly how much Fred meant to all he had ever had a interacting with.

Those precious eyes that had glowed at their first encounter with the art of pranking now glistened with unshed tears. She whimpered slightly at seeing me alone.

She needed her brother. She needed me to be whole again. She needed Fred.

Now he was dead. Again.

Instead of consoling her, though, I opted to protect her and the rest of the Weasley clan by placing a locking spell on the room.

My sobs echoed through the hall. Why? I was closing myself off from my past. That room, the room that had inspired so many now seemingly useless ideas, was going to be a prison for my other half.

As I was placing my final measures on the room, Ginny snapped out of her mind and began to demand an answer for my curious behavior and the... screams. I ignored her.

I could hear my other half struggling to escape inside as I laid the final spell on the memory filled room.

My eyes penetrated the door, taking it all in. This was the last time that I would be seeing it.
Then I turned and grabbed Ginny's shoulders.