A/N: Okay, So I wrote this at eleven thirty at night and I'm VERY tired so please excuse any spelling mistakes. It's really short, but I just about cried, writing it.


Percy felt the tears roll down his cheek as he sat in the front row of the funeral. Fred's funeral. And it was all Percy's fault. All his fault that Mum was heartbroken, sobbing her eyes out or that Ron was suffering through depression. It was his entire fault that Ginny can barely get through a day without crying. And George. George, George. It was all Percy's fault that George was a zombie. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat, he didn't speak, he didn't prank. He was just…there, seeing the world with empty eyes. And all of this was Percy's fault. If he could have just held in his joke a bit longer. Perhaps Fred wouldn't have been distracted. Perhaps he could have defended himself. If Percy had just held it in, then Fred may still be here today. The tears were rolling faster now and Percy didn't even attempt to stop the steady flow. He was gasping for air now, the guilt was overwhelming. All my fault, he kept thinking. It was entirely my fault. Fred, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

I told you it was short. Please, Please review. Reviews are LOVE!