Footsteps invaded my eardrums and halted all around me. Fred's now bloodshot eyes bore into me and a knock on the door brought about a choice. Kill Fred or risk myself.

My eyes bulged and I turned almost automatically to enchant the lock.

I couldn't let the rest of my family see this.

I needed to protect them even if I suffered.

This was because of me.

"FRED!!! GEORGE!!!"

It was Ginny. The spunky red-head, fire breathing, abnormally strong Weasley was weeping outside our bedroom door. This first responder had witnessed so many deaths take place during the war. She had witnessed the corpse of my twin and her brother.

Now I knew that she was seeing it all again within the walls of her overactive mind.

"Ginny."

Fred whispered before letting out another scream, curdling my blood in the process. My brother was in so much pain it was killing me.

"FRED!!! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!!!"

Ginny's voice was choked. She couldn't handle another tragedy. None of us could.

She banged at the door, trying to claw her way inside. Fred, my twin and best friend, locked eyes with me.

He was crying.

"Please... take care of them."

And he let loose a low, throaty growl. His face, now completely green, was drained of all the emotions that had been plaguing him. He was dead to the zombie half I created.

He was dead.