my best friends brother - fred weasley

lxx. victory

Bellatrix's nasally cackle filled the air when Neville stood forward, the Sorting Hat in his hand. Voldemort, with his scaly silver skin and his rotten teeth, showed visible frustration, but allowed him to speak. Neville was looking straight at Voldemort when he spoke, his usual stutter gone.

"Doesn't matter that Harry's gone. People die everyday. Friends... family. We lost Harry tonight. But he's still with us...in here. So is George, Remus, Tonks...all of them."  He held his heart, taking his eyes off of Voldemort so he could talk to us. Fred gave my shoulder a light squeeze at the mention of Remus. "They didn't die in vain! But you will! Cause you're wrong! Harry's heart did beat for us! For all of us! It's not over!" In one movement, he drew a sword out from the hat, ready to attack Voldemort himself.

"It's the sword of Gryffindor!" Hermione confirmed for us, amazed that Neville was able to conjure it. Not a second later, Harry tumbled out from Hagrid's arms.

"Confringo!" Harry waved his wand at Nagini, the Snake that Voldemort kept by his side, which also happened to be the last Horcrux. He was able to take out a few Death Eaters with his attack, several of them disapparating out of fear. With Harry still alive, the chances of Voldemort winning this battle had slimmed down by a fair bit. Harry took off through the castle, dodging the countless attacks that Voldemort was throwing with rage, not caring what or who he hit in the process.

"Lucius!" I heard Bellatrix hiss over the sound of the damage. "Lucius , come back and fight!" But it was too late. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were heading straight for the bridge, determined to leave as fast as they could. Voldemort and the remaining Death Eaters started advancing, backing us all into the school.

"Go, go, go!" Fred gripped onto my hand, hurrying us into the building, pushing past the students and teachers that were in our way. Not even a second later, Neville landed at our feet, knocked out cold.

"Did he just fly over us?" I heard Fred ask himself, hooking his arm under Nevilles armpit, helping me carry him along with us.

"Where exactly are we taking him?" I shouted to Fred over all the commotion. There were Death Eaters chasing us down the hall, sending attacks out way.

"Um, The Great Hall?" Fred stopped to blast the Death Eaters away, a small grunt leaving his lips.

"That was so hot." I watched the Death Eaters fly backward, landing on top of each other and crying out in pain.

"Yeah, I still got it." Fred gave me a wink, before continuing on our path to the hall. We had to put Neville on a stretcher in the middle of the room, the Death Eaters had followed the crowd of us in and attacked as soon as our backs were turned. Everywhere we looked, there was a flash of green from the killing curse. My ears were hurting from the constant shouting of curses, the harsh venom the words were loaded with. I had made sure that we stayed close to the Weasley's, keeping an eye on Molly and Ginny as they defended each other, watching Bill and Fleur check on each other after every few seconds.

"Are you okay?" I asked Fred after I had stunned a Death Eater coming from behind him. His eyes stayed behind me as I watched his arm draw patterns with his wand. I glanced behind me and saw at least 3 Death Eaters doubled over, struggling to breathe. He flashed me a smile to reassure me.

"Not my daughter, you bitch." I heard Molly spit from beside us, the two of us watched as Molly flicked her wand at Bellatrix Lestrange, pushing Ginny behind her. The small audience that had gathered to watch Molly defeat Bellatrix, avenging the death of her son and the destruction that Bellatrix had caused her home. With one final flick, Bellatrix froze, disappearing as a gust of wind turned her to ash. Molly turned to us all, a proud grin plastered across her face.