Undying Devotion: A Weasley Love Story.

Chapter 61: It's Finally Over.

**Guinevere’s POV**

"NO!" Ginny yells while running towards Voldemort. The silence and shock radiates though the entire courtyard. I watch dad grab Ginny’s arm as she continues to lunge towards Hagrid, her gaze in now on Harry. Once dad has her restrained I wrap my arms around her. I know her pain. She cries into my shoulder.

"We have lost so much." She whispers. My heart aches more for her. My throat becomes sore and I don’t have the strength to reply. I nod and know she understands.

"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!" Voldemort announces once again. The taunting is arousing many people. He takes advantage of this uneasiness. "COME AND JOIN ME, ALL WILL BE FORGIVEN. COME AND JOIN MY RANKS!" He yells looking at various faces in the crowd. His gaze lingers on mine. I stare determinedly back at him. The crowd around me is becoming restless. Nobody moves yet I can sense the deliberation. I look up just as I see Neville walk up to Voldemort.

"No!" I yell. Voldemort sneers at me. Ginny is absolutely shocked as we continue to watch Neville limp to him. He turns and faces us.

"Yea, we have lost Harry. People die every day!—Fred, Tonks, Remus. They didn’t die in vain. We will fight!" He yells. Everyone cheers. Just as Voldemort’s anger boils at his humiliation, the impossible happens. Harry jumps from Hagrid’s arms and he darts into the crowd!

Ginny sprints towards him in pure bliss. I must admit that despite my losses, my spirit has lifted. I feel invincible. I run towards Harry, but a hand grabs my arm. It’s Charlie.

"I love you and I’m sorry." He says.

"It’s ok." I reply placing my hand on his cheek. He kisses me gently right as a green flash passes right by my head. A Death Eater is coming towards me. Charlie jumps in front of him and they begin to duel.

"GO!" He yells. I take one last glance at him before running back into the Great Hall. Mum is dueling Bellatrix. My moment at last! I run behind her. She sneers at mum throwing a killing curse at Ginny. She is barely able to deflect the continuous curses. At the exact same time, mom and I throw a killing curse at Bellatrix. The last sneer stays on her face as she crumbles to the floor, clearly dead. Mom and I nod at one another and quickly run out to help others.

House Elves are running down the stairs stabbing Death Eaters in the shins.

The scene around us is horrible. Young students lie dead all around us. Many of Voldemort’s army litters the floors as well. For some reason, none of us are discouraged. Our spirits have been indefinitely lifted.

Another hour passes and many of Voldemort’s fleet have either been killed or have vanished. We are overpowering them.

"Harry and Voldemort are dueling!" Charlie tells me just as I kill a man trying to corner a young girl. He grabs my hand and we sprint back into the courtyard. A green and red light clash.

"Have you wondered why none of us have died?" Harry taunts. Voldemort sneers so Harry continues. "When you killed my mom she gave me protection from you. When you tried to kill me I gave my protection to all of them." Realization hits his face. His spell falters. He then proceeds to attack full force. But Harry’s determination begins to overpower his spell.

"How?" Voldemort questions as his spell begins to rebound.

"Because I have something worth fighting for." Harry concludes. Voldemort’s killing curse rebounds and he is dead.

The room cheers. Peeves cheer is the loudest. His screechy voice can be heard all throughout the castle.

Charlie comes behind me and grabs my hand. I smile at him.

"You know we will need you to help find our lost and dead, right?" Kingsley asks me from behind. We will need to begin immediately." I nod, trying to force the sickness away.

"I know. I’m ready."

　

**Charlie’s POV**

The days that follow are extremely difficult. So many underage students snuck back into the castle to fight. So many are dead. Along with the help of many, we are slowly rebuilding the castle. Despite the many lost, it's difficult to find time to mourn the ones we love. Everyone has been busy in the recovery effort. Guinevere has been essential. To my great dislike, they haven't let her sleep in three days. She has been run ragged trying to find anyone who may be alive but trapped under rubble.

Five days have past and the recovery effort is over. We are holding a massive memorial for those lost and after, a small funeral for Allura and Fred. Maybe now we will have some nomalcy back in our lives.