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"
You
're
joking
,
Perce
!
"
shouted
Fred
as
the
Death
Eater
he
was
battling
collapsed
under
the
weight
of
three
separate
Stunning
Spells
.
Thicknesse
had
fallen
to
the
ground
with
tiny
spikes
erupting
all
over
him
;
he
seemed
to
be
turning
into
some
form
of
sea
urchin
.
Fred
looked
at
Percy
with
glee
.
"
You
actually
are
joking
,
Perce
...
I
do
n't
think
I
've
heard
you
joke
since
you
were
--
"
The
air
exploded
.
They
had
been
grouped
together
,
Harry
,
Ron
,
Hermione
,
Fred
,
and
Percy
,
the
two
Death
Eaters
at
their
feet
,
one
Stunned
,
the
other
Transfigured
;
and
in
that
fragment
of
a
moment
,
when
danger
seemed
temporarily
at
bay
,
the
world
was
rent
apart
,
Harry
felt
himself
flying
through
the
air
,
and
all
he
could
do
was
hold
as
tightly
as
possible
to
that
thin
stick
of
wood
that
was
his
one
and
only
weapon
,
and
shield
his
head
in
his
arms
:
He
heard
the
screams
and
yells
of
his
companions
without
a
hope
of
knowing
what
had
happened
to
them
--
And
then
the
world
resolved
itself
into
pain
and
semidarkness
:
He
was
half
buried
in
the
wreckage
of
a
corridor
that
had
been
subjected
to
a
terrible
attack
.
Cold
air
told
him
that
the
side
of
the
castle
had
been
blown
away
,
and
hot
stickiness
on
his
cheek
told
him
that
he
was
bleeding
copiously
.
Then
he
heard
a
terrible
cry
that
pulled
at
his
insides
,
that
expressed
agony
of
a
kind
neither
flame
nor
curse
could
cause
,
and
he
stood
up
,
swaying
,
more
frightened
than
he
had
been
that
day
,
more
frightened
,
perhaps
,
than
he
had
been
in
his
life
...
And
Hermione
was
struggling
to
her
feet
in
the
wreckage
,
and
three
redheaded
men
were
grouped
on
the
ground
where
the
wall
had
blasted
apart
.
Harry
grabbed
Hermione
's
hand
as
they
staggered
and
stumbled
over
stone
and
wood
"
No
--
no
--
no
!
"
someone
was
shouting
.
"
No
!
Fred
!
No
!
"
And
Percy
was
shaking
his
brother
,
and
Ron
was
kneeling
beside
them
,
and
Fred
's
eyes
stared
without
seeing
,
the
ghost
of
his
last
laugh
still
etched
upon
his
face
.
The
world
had
ended
,
so
why
had
the
battle
not
ceased
,
the
castle
fallen
silent
in
horror
,
and
every
combatant
laid
down
their
arms
?
Harry
's
mind
was
in
free
fall
,
spinning
out
of
control
,
unable
to
grasp
the
impossibility
,
because
Fred
Weasley
could
not
be
dead
,
the
evidence
of
all
his
senses
must
be
lying
--
And
then
a
body
fell
past
the
hole
blown
into
the
side
of
the
school
and
curses
flew
in
at
them
from
the
darkness
,
hitting
the
wall
behind
their
heads
.
"
Get
down
!
"
Harry
shouted
,
as
more
curses
flew
through
the
night
:
He
and
Ron
had
both
grabbed
Hermione
and
pulled
her
to
the
floor
,
but
Percy
lay
across
Fred
's
body
,
shielding
it
from
further
harm
,
and
when
Harry
shouted
"
Percy
,
come
on
,
we
've
got
to
move
!
"
he
shook
his
head
.
"
Percy
!
"
Harry
saw
tear
tracks
streaking
the
grime
coating
Ron
's
face
as
he
seized
his
elder
brother
's
shoulders
and
pulled
,
but
Percy
would
not
budge
.
"
Percy
,
you
ca
n't
do
anything
for
him
!
We
're
going
to
--
"
