My head spun with emotions that I couldn't face, that I refused to face. But I gathered what was left of me and made my way into the living room where Fred and I had first watched that horrible movie giving me insight to this new world.

Everyone was practically screaming at each other, trying to get the others to silence. My family was slapping, screeching, and sighing and Harry and Hermione looked miserable caught in the middle.

I rolled my eyes, a ghost of a smile gracing my face.

I let this go on for a while until, bit by bit, everyone began to silence as they noticed... me.

"... Are you guys ready?" I asked, a bit shocked to find my family with any self control at all.

They nodded and my dad stood, clasping his hand on my shoulder like a dad should.

He had dad eyes too.

He knew something was going on.

"Where to son?"

Take care of them.

I won't let you down Fred.

"Harry, Hermione, Ron? You guys know the best hiding spots so lead away."

Small nods were revived and Hermione naturally took the lead.

Hurried footsteps met my eardrums as everyone shuffled outside. And right before I left our home for the very last time, I heard a pound. My eyes shut tightly, remembering all the pain I had witnessed in Fred's eyes.

"I'm so sorry Fred. I'm so sorry."

Then I ran outside after what was left of my family.