You were Harry Potter's older sister, your name was Rosalind Potter, you were also the bestfriend of Fred and George Weasley since first year and you were also a bit of a prankster like them, naming yourself, the Prankster Trio of Hogwarts. You three were trouble but in all good fun.

You and the Twins quit Hogwarts at the end of seventh year to open a shop named the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, you three were working there, selling joke items and joking around, scaring kids and everything. It was like living a dream... That will come to a end.

It was the War Of Hogwarts, the castle was in fire, the dust was making people cough, the Death Eaters were feral, shooting spells left and right without any remorse. The walls were breaking, the castle was being destroyed. And the Prankster Trio will be destroyed too.

That's the end, you could feel it, your vision blurry as you see all the Weasleys above you, Fred kneeled beside you and cupping your face like trying to warm your cold body that was started to lose. Bellatrix did that, she ruined your life and your friends life. Their voices weren't clear in your ear but you could hear their cries.

Fred was crying silently, his trembling hands holding your cheeks, George was beside him, crying too. Harry, your little brother, was absolutely devastated, you were the only family he had left and he will lose you too... Molly was crying, covering her mouth with her hand whole Arthur tried to comfort her.

Percy got a lump in his throat, trying his hardest to not show weakness but it was hard. Harry was kneeling on the other side of you, your arm in his grasp as he hug it so tighly.

"I can't live without you..."

Fred managed to choke out in a whisper, his hands were shaking so bad he thought they could fell, how would he live without you...