The Fourth Marauder ~Complete

Have a good trip home, kid

Remus wasn't the only one in the battle of Hogwarts who got killed that night. One hundred innocent lives were lost that night, died fighting for something they believed in, someone they believed in. Younger years, people in their first years of Hogwarts, who knew nothing but the year of cruelty they had faced from the Carrow twins, similar to the Umbridge regime that a few of the older years had suffered.

Many died because they were protecting something that a Deatheater wanted. Killed for being in the way, much like famous Cedric Diggory in the last Triwizzard tournament. Some had died protecting their younger sibilings, such as Collin, then Dennis Creevy.

In fact, it seemed that only a precious few went out to actually battle the Deatheaters - this was mainly left up to the two older years and anyone who had come back, who were actually permmitted to stay. Two of these people included Fred and george Weasley, Ron's very own brothers, who had heard there was trouble and wanted to be at the heart of it, like usual. Now they'd been pushed to the top of the castle, to stand guard incase anyone tried to enter via the roof. It was weird- out of all places in the castle where they'd been before, this was not one of them, for it lead no where except a huge drop down, which neither brother was very excited by. Yet needs must, and they knew the roof needed two people to guard it, and who better than two who could read each others minds?

"You ok, Freddie?" asked George, trying to mask the nervousness in his voice as he looked over the grounds, the only things protecting them from the death spells being the massive sheild their mum had helped craft a few hours back. Surely though, if they needed someone to guard the other side, they can't have expected it to last forever? They tried not the think about this last point.

"Yeah" Fred replied, sensing George's apprehension, but not saying anything, as he felt it too. Suddenly the sounds from the other side of the barrier were sharp, there was a roar, a stampede, and a thousand masked people ran through the gates, shouting various curses and hexes at Hogwart's army. The twins, for thee first times in their lives, were speachless- they felt powerless against them, and knew that their family was in there- friends, even some professors that they vaugely liked, like Hagrid, were in there. They had to do something! Fred turned to his brother, looking at the clean cut hole that Snape had left on his brother for all eternity. He could kill him for what he did. 

"Stupefy!" he roared, completely forgetting the plan to stay silent as possible, to not give away the fact that there were defences guarding the castle. He managed to hit one person- but many saw and heard him, the tall, young man stood against the moonlight, his freckles almost blurring together into a tan. He was one against one hundred skilled fighters- he didn't stand a chance. 

George watched with wide eyes as his brother was hit with fifty different stunning spells, then thrown face-first off the wall. Like a horrible looping movie, he saw in slow motion as his twin brother, his best friend, swan dived a hundred and fifty feet onto the cobblestones bellow, trampled underfoot by the hundreds of people making their way too and from the castle, then to his horror, giants. Freddie would be worse than dead now.

George didn't know what to do- of course he wanted to evenge his brother, fight back- but Fred's death had taken all of the fight out of him, so he just laid weak behind a turret. Tears were blurring in his eyes for the first time since he was a very little boy, and he didn't quite know what to do with them, so he just let them fall. Fred. Fred was gone, and he did nothing to help, nothing to stop him. He felt paralysed from the neck down, he couldn't move a msucle. In fact, he wouldn't have minded too much if someone came up here and killed him, at least he would be with Freddie.

No. That was carzy talk. Fred would have wanted him to keep fighting, and he thought of all of his other syblings, duelling people who were much more powerful than them and expecting themselves to win. Yes, he had just lost one brother. He wasn't prepared to go and lose another one. Shakily, he stood up, and wiped his eyes on the back of his hand, forcing himself not to look at his bloody, mangled twin on the floor, knowing that would send him crazy. No, he was to continue fighting. In Fred's name.

Right. Careful to take his time to go down the ladder- he would never be reckless again- he checked both ways before joining Micheal Corner's duel with a short and podgy man in black robes and a mask. Remembering him from Dumbldore's army, he stepped in and easily defeated the Deatheater, leaving little Mikey a little surprised, as he didn't notice he was there.

"George!" he shouted, running into him and hugging his waist- he couldn't reach any higher than that. George was now the taken back one, but he hugged him back after a second, having a sudden memory of Ginny hugging him like this when they were both younger.

"Watch yourself, kid" he said sternly, prising the fith-year's arms off him. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"You know the rules. Get to the room of requirement and make yourself scare, it's dangerous." Micheal looked at him in surprise- here was the last person he expected to be a party pooper. "Don't look at me like that. I don't want to be hearing from your parents that their son has got himself killed because he failed to follow instructions, ok?"

"You get to fight" he pouted, as George started to lead him down the corridor, eyes on the back of his head. "So does my sister, and she's a girl! I'm nearly seventeen, I swear! Let me fight, go on George."

"No!" he snapped, making the pair of them jump at his sudden, sharp tone. "Look, I'm sorry. I just don't want you getting hurt, ok? Fred's just gone and been killed and.." his sentence waved, and he realised for the first time, that he was still crying. So that was why Micheal was looking at him a little strangley.

"I'm sorry" he said awkwardly, walking with a slightly quicker pace to the evacuation route. "I bet that was a bit of a shock."

"Yeah" he said quietly, not trusting himself to say anymore. When they finally reached the door, he patted his new friend on the back, feeling as though he had to save someone this night. "Have a good trip home, kid."