THE MAGIC BEGINS - A Harry Potter Challenge » 10/30 Saddest scene

“But she broke off as yells and shouts and the unmistakable noises of dueling filled the corridor. Harry looked around, and his heart seemed to fail: the Death Eaters had penetrated Hogwarts. Fred and Percy had just backed into view, both of then dueling masked and hooded men. Harry, Ron and Hermione ran forwards to help: jets of light flew in every direction and the man dueling Percy backed off, fast: then his hood slipped and then they saw a high forehead and streaked hair-
‘Hello Minister!’ bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand, and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. 'Did I mention i’m resigning?’
'You'r 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 kind of sea urchin. Fred looked at Percy with glee.
'You are actually are joking … i don’t think I have 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: 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 hand on a tightly as he could 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 semi-darkness: 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.”