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I'm standing in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. I returned two years after graduating. Lots of things happened, lots of incredibly bad things, few that were really nice. The Triwizard Tournament my junior year took lives and Voldemort seemed to be back, or so Harry said. And I believed him from the start. And I see now that was right, because he was right. He didn't lie. Oliver and I are now engaged and he is no longer a reserve player at Holyhead Harpies, he is a permanent member. We live in a small house by a lake in Cornwall and have a really beautiful, peaceful life in general. He's currently away with his crew and I secretly Apparated to Hogwarts when my twins told me that a major battle against Voldemort and his Death Eaters was imminent. As if I would let my former school down! "Y/l/n!" I suddenly hear Professor McGonagall call out. She rushes towards me. "So you're back, too." "Of course!" I say immediately. "Have you ever experienced that I wouldn't tackle anything?" She shakes her head with a sad smile. "No. That's why you cost Gryffindor a few points and a lot of nerves from me." "Thanks, Professor." I laugh. "It's good to be here." "We can use any wand," she says with a bitter smile and scurries on.I see a group of red-headed people and go to the Weasleys. "Hello, Molly," I say lovingly as she hugs me tightly. Then the twins hug me. "It was clear that Gardner wouldn't let the hustle and bustle escape." "I won't leave you alone!" I murmur and hug her tightly again. "Now we can at least trash the school for a good cause." "And I don't get a letter for it!" exclaims Molly, delighted grins mischievously. She seems to be full of pugnacity and Fred and George are quite relaxed. Suddenly Bill is standing next to me. "Look, Y/n! Nice to see you again!" I look up at him and hug him tightly. "It's not my fault if you're never at the Burrow when I come over." "Yeah, it's all my fault," he laughs. "And, ready for the big battle?" I look at him sullenly. "I'd rather it weren't necessary here. But yes, I am ready. I will defend this school and all of you with my life if I have to." Bill smiles. "I already know why you're my brothers' best friend." "Yes, and that's why you take good care of her!" Fred demands suddenly. "Do it yourself." Bill then laughs and Molly intervenes with an eye roll. "Don't you think the boys have enough to do taking care of themselves?"He grins. "Yes, mum, all right. I'll take care of Y/n." "I don't need a babysitter!" I protest, laughing. "Neither am I," murmurs Bill. "Let's just fight together. Much more fun anyway." "I can live with that," I reply and we solemnly shake hands. Remus and Tonks join us for a moment and then quickly disappear. The sounds of battle are slowly creeping into the Great Hall and things are definitely getting serious. "Where are all the Slytherins? Malfoy and all?" "Evacuated," Ginny practically spat. "They misbehaved and were then taken off the premises." "Great, a few less idiots," I murmur contentedly. "And Harry, Ron, Hermione? Where are the?" "After some people just freaked out and went after Harry, they went out to destroy those sanctuaries," Ginny murmurs. She's not enthusiastic, but for my part I think it's an excellent idea and look at the big goal. It will start in a few moments. A few moments, what an exaggerated expression. Suddenly all hell breaks loose, an unbelievable number of Death Eaters storm into the Great Hall and throw curses around. Bill pulls my arm out of the way while I'm in the process of incapacitating another Death Eater. "Thank you!" I exclaim, laughing as we cast spell after spell back to back.Bill and I are an incredibly good team. Both completely insane, tired of life and over-motivated, aggressive, angry. It's a perfect, explosive mix for defending Hogwarts against Voldemort. We fight our way through half the castle and finally end up in the entrance, which is now actually just a single heap of rubble. "Y/n, be careful!" Bill screams, but by then it's too late. A spell crashes into the stone arch above me and then I'm half buried under the stones. Luckily only half, because I try another dive and because Bill magically stops the stones as best he can. Then he is there immediately and helps me out, my shoulder hurts again. She still bitches around sometimes, but now she's really hurting again. Warm blood runs down my other arm and across my forehead, but it doesn't matter. Bill immediately starts to doctor me magically and tries to get at the ugly bleeding wounds, but I fight him off. "That's not so wild. The shoulder is just bound to kill me afterwards." He adjusts them with great difficulty and I can even move my arm again. I'm not pain free, but I'll be okay for the rest of the battle. "Are you sure you can continue?" he asks me seriously and looks at me worried. "Sure!" I shout immediately. "Other than that, I have no other choice. Madam Pomfrey's certainly busy enough, and they're certainly not trifles like this. I can do it, you know me."He doesn't look too convinced, but he nods. "You're old enough, I hope you know what you're doing here." I nod hurriedly and we keep running. This little Luna Lovegood comes towards us, dreamy as ever, but seemingly alert as she fends off one Death Eater after another. Neville Longbottom runs after her, quite battered but alive. He's done really well over the last few years! "Oliver's here!" Bill casually calls, burying a Death Eater under a pile of rocks. I look around confused and there he is. The shirt shredded, multiple bleeding wounds... and he's looking at me quite angrily. He makes his way to me like a berserker and snaps, "What the hell are you doing here, Y/n?" "Twiddling your thumbs!" I reply irritably. "What are you doing here?""I heard about the battle, the game was canceled and I came to help," he says quickly. "Why are you here? You should have told me! You're just putting your life in danger! You're hurt, you're bleeding, dammit!" "We already know that." Bill calls out with a laugh and defends our little conversation with his left hand in front of the guys in the black cloaks. "What should I have done? Send you express mail, hoping it gets to Hogwarts faster than me? And what would that have changed?" I ask now. "I certainly wouldn't have let you go!" he calls out accusingly and I can see that he's close to tears. "And I wouldn't have just stayed at home," I murmur. "This is our Hogwarts, Oliver. We met here, we spent a few years here. And it's not just about the school, it's about the whole wizarding community. I'm not going to just let Voldemort win; not if there's anything I can do about it." "You're such a stubborn, stupid cow!" he yells at me, then he grabs me and kisses me hard. "I love you too, Wood." I finally say with an annoyed smile. So much fuss about nothing; in that time we could have taken out a few Death Eaters, but I guess he needed it. "It's better for you, too, fast-Wood," he says, smiling, and grabs my hand. "Now you won't go another step without me, I'm telling you. And let me tend to your wounds." "Certainly not," I say indifferently. "You're bleeding yourself, take care of it." "Stubborn cow!" he moans and we hurry on together with Bill, but suddenly a ghastly voice can be heard throughout the castle. voldemort He grants us, mercifully, as he finds himself, a one-hour break. We hurry back to the Great Hall, where there is now only dust and stones and an unbelievable number of dead. My stomach knots as I see Remus and Tonks lying deathly pale and motionless on two stretchers. They're dead. They're just dead. I can feel the telltale sting in my eyes. If they're dead, who else is?The two are in the order, how could something like this happen? I turn around and search the room for my second family and see the Weasleys are standing in a circle, oppressive silence around them. I run to them, Oliver has to keep up whether he can or not. Ron's hanging over a dead man right now and my brain is snapping. Molly is standing here, tears running uncontrollably down her face, as is Ginny. Mister Weasley is in a state of shock and Bill's face is completely still. And then there's George. He is crying uncontrollably, desperation is written all over his face and I don't want to see it, but I can't help it. fred is dead "No!" My scream echoes through the entire room. I'm shaking, inside and out, everything is spinning around me and the tears are burning my wounds. "Not Fred.. not.." Before Oliver can hug me, I dig through the Weasleys and grab George. "Jenna," he whispers in a broken voice. "Oh god," I whimper. "I'm so sorry, George. Sorry." For the first time, this twin is not himself. He clings to me and cries, he won't stop and he's shaking, even worse than me. "Fred is dead," he keeps whispering, stunned, and I hug him tightly, ignoring my own grief, because he's lost his second half. They may be my best friends, but the bond between the two has always been stronger than anything in this world.Someday someone will pluck George from me. It's Molly. She gently takes her son in her arms and kisses me on the cheek. She wants to take care of him from now on and I nod. I stand stunned in front of the bunk on which Fred is lying. His face is white, he's just lifeless. Nevertheless, I see this beginning of a grin on his lips and I have to laugh briefly, covering my mouth with my hand while the tears break out of me even more. I sink to my knees and grab his cold one Hand. "You idiot," I whisper, only audible for him. "Can't you even take care of yourself?" One of my best friends lies dead in front of me. Everything feels so dull, so colorless. I stare at him, my eyes mostly blank as I try to think of something or feel something other than pain, but there's nothing else. I am pulled to my feet and turned around. Oliver takes my face in both hands. "Y/n," he whispers, seeing the tears in his eyes. I just stare at him in bewilderment. I don't know what to say or do. He just hugs me tight and I let my head fall on his shoulder. The tears have dried up, I'm completely empty. fred is dead At some point I put my arms around Oliver and hold on to him. It's one of the few remaining reasons I'm still standing. I grab onto his shirt and clench my teeth to keep from screaming my pain out into the world.And slowly emptiness and pain give way to unbridled anger. "I'll kill him!" I whisper at first, but the more I say it, the louder I get. "He will die for this!" I pull away from Oliver and aggressively wipe the tears from my face. Bill puts a hand on my shoulder. "It's better that way. Fred wouldn't have wanted us to just mourn from now on. You know him. Let's kick this damn bunch in the ass." I nod vigorously. "You will pay for this." "Are you sure you can fight?" Oliver asks me softly. "I have to," I reply resolutely. "I'm not just going to let this go. I won't give up until it's completely over." "Okay." He mumbles and kisses me. "I love you, so please take care of yourself a little too. I'm staying with you, but I'm not a superhero either." I nod. "You too. Is good." After the lull in the fighting, we all head outside, where the Death Eaters are strolling into the yard. Hagrid is holding a lifeless body in his arms and before I can realize anything, I hear Ginny's pained scream and the phrase that Harry Potter is dead. Our little potter. I grab Oliver's hand in shock and he squeezes mine tightly. If he is dead, all hope is lost for the wizarding world. Everything that follows I only see through a veil. My anger at this noseless, balding, high-spirited slime-shit is growing beyond all previous measure and I just want to rush in and ram his wand through various parts of his body, but Oliver holds my hand.And suddenly Harry is standing in front of Hagrid, quite alive, and everyone is screaming and running. Molly takes care of Bellatrix a little later and I don't begrudge this crazy dung toad that she simply falls apart into her individual parts. And finally, many spells, scratches, bruises and wounds later, Voldemort is defeated. I can't believe it, but he's gone. Harry did it. And as much as I'd like to stay with the Weasleys, I want to go home and so does she. They need rest now and their families and I need that too. "Let's get out of here," I mumble and Oliver looks at me worried. "Are you doing well?" I shake my head. "Not really. Come." A few seconds later we are standing in our front yard and the change in atmosphere demands the rest of my strength. In Hogwarts everything is in ruins, everything is gloomy and here life dances the tango. Everything in our garden is blooming and the lake reflects the sun's rays. I wipe the tears from my face. Fred's dead. He's dead and he's not coming back. And that's going to put me in a huge hole, but I know he wouldn't have wanted us all to be moping. He will be missed in my life and nobody will replace him, but he accompanied a large part of my life and showed me what true friendship is. I wouldn't be here today without him. I feel Oliver's hand in mine. "Let's go in, Y/n," he says gently. We end up in the shower together and the hot water feels like it could wash away the pain. But only time and Oliver's touch can do that. He holds me gently in his arms and gently strokes my back. In time everything will be fine, I'm sure. Voldemort is dead and we are looking forward to better days - and one of my best friends contributed to it. I can live with that thought.
