Emily's gone, nobody's seen her leave the bedroom in days, she doesn't eat, she doesn't go to lessons she's just an empty shell. My sister died the day her friend did.
"Fred, we have to do something!" I call out to the twins.
"Tell me, Harry, what is there to do?" George snapped.
"Emily's gone Harry. Grieve and then move on."
"She's not gone yet, she's not. There's still some hope guys! We have to get her back."
"She has nobody there for her. No parents, no boyfriend, no best friend! Nobody!"
An idea sparks in my head, I glance quickly to Fred, "Fred, I give you permission to date my sister."
Fred perks up but then his face falls again, "Harry, mate, I can't ask her out when she's like this."
"This is exactly when you can ask her out! It'll give her something! Something to hold on to."
"I don't even know if she likes me."
"Trust me, Fred, she does. She told me after her first year here that there was this cut boy who she had a huge crush on. I vaguely remember his name beginning with F."
"Really?"
"Really." I say. "Now go!"
George and I push him towards the Hufflepuff common room. Just before he knocks, he stops and turns to us.
"Are you sure?"
"Merlin's beard! Get your girl!" George cries. Fred smiles sheepishly, knocks, and enters.