But he was cut off by the wall next to them exploding in a burst of light. I went flying across the corridor, hitting a wall and falling in a heap on the ground. Rising to my feet I seemed to be unharmed when the most painful cry I’d ever heard reached my ears. It was George, screaming out a name, voice so full of grief my heart twisted in my chest as it echoed in my head. I scrambled over the rubble of the wall towards the noise, needing to see if he was okay. If they were okay. I reached them only to see the worst sight possible. George was hunched over Fred, crying. Fred’s eyes were open, unmoving. He was dead.