Apparating away from the place I️ had been raised and cared for, hurt. And it hurt even more knowing that Fred was now mindless and gone yet again.

I️ finally looked around after those few moments of bitter reflection and noticed that we were in a small clearing surrounded by trees, enough for our tent and a bit of wiggle room around the edges.

"We should be safe here." Hermione said, surveying her work with pride.

I nodded my thanks and was beginning to set up camp when Ginny rounded on me. Her fiery hair matched her fiery attitude, and I️ could tell immediately that I was going to be burnt.

"You told me you were gonna explain when we we're safe. Well, we're safe. What happened?"

My face scanned the somewhat confused and anxious members of my broken family. As I️ scanned over each and every person here, I️ noticed almost all of them had the same look.

A look of fear.

The only exception was Harry.

He knew.

He knew that Fred was never going to laugh or smile or joke again because of me.

He knew that Fred was most likely clawing at the wooden door to our room thoughtlessly, his brain as dead as his body used to be.

He knew that Fred was something that had to be feared and run from,

because

of

me.

"Harry, tell them." I said, my voice breaking.

Then I darted away into the forest.

My heart was shattering and the pieces were digging into me ruthlessly. Pain mixed with exhaustion led me to a cold hollow log in another clearing far from camp. Hot tears began to freeze on my cheeks and I realized that it was snowing where we were.

Fred had loved when it snowed.