Some day

The Battle of Hogwarts

***this chapter is gonna be soooo long and I'm gonna cry and there's probably gonna be a huge letter of appreciation for y'all cause I love you so much and thanks for reading. So without further a do, not the last chapter of this fic I promise, the battle of Hogwarts.

We sat in the Great Hall, bruised, battle worn, torn apart, and grieving, I held George as his body racked with endless sobs, each one hurt a little more than the last, each one symbolizing a loss we encountered, but I knew, that above all, he was hurting and grieving one the most. I held on to my husband, so eternally great full that he was here to hold on to as I recounted the events of that night and the following morning after.

I was outside, laughing with Hermione about George, Fred, and Ron de-knoming the garden, all of them yelling curses at the creatures and making loud grunts as they swung them across the lawn when Aurthor came crashing through the house, screaming something about getting to Hogwarts and Voldemort. He finally caught his breath, bursting through the back door and stopping with a serious and frightened expression written across his face.

"Voldemort is coming for Hogwarts." The color drained from my face as I ran in the house, grabbing my wand and a jacket, then found George and the others, grabbing each others hands and apparating to Hogsmade, taking off immediately towards the castle.

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Ten minutes later we were walking around the castle helping to prepare, that's when the first wave hit.

Death Eaters started going up against the baracades that we had set, and as George went to go fight along his brothers side, I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him, the fear in his eyes collided with love and he pulled me into him before I could pull away, muttering in my ear, "I love you."

"I know." I pulled away and kissed him once more, then pulled away, walking towards Ginny and Aurthor, prepared to fight, to win.

It was another hour before they broke the protective spells that had been set in place to keep us safe, another five minutes before they were in the castle, and another two before they hit the Great Hall, bursting the doors open in an attempt to make some sort of entrance.

We sat there in silence for what seemed like eternity, before someone from the our side cast a spell, causing us to break into a mass of spells, deadly and protective, good and bad, light and dark. A ray of green light wizzed past my head and I spun on my heel, seeing a death eater grinning darkly at me. He rose his wand once more to cast a spell my way, but was stopped when it was knocked out of his hand. My head whipped sideways, expecting to see a Hogwarts student or Order member but instead finding my mothers eyes, the color as mine currently were, staring back at me.

"Don't touch my daughter, if anyone's gonna kill her, it'll be me that does so." With that we started to duel, mother against daughter, almost like ying yang, me being the light to her dark, her the dark to my light. "How's married life treating you?" she asked, acting like this was per flipping usual.

"Good, good, how about you?" I paused, leaving just enough time tp see the confused look on her face before I continued. "Oh, my mistake, I forgot, the Dark Lord isn't into girls like you, my bad."

Her face contorted with anger as she threw the killing curse at me. Some one hit her with a spell from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder just in time to see Remus knock her wand out of her hand. "Don't touch my daughter." he muttered, pushing me slightly out of the way and into an unsuspecting Death Eater, with whom I started to duel immediately.

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The war raged into the night, we suffered tremendous losses, but finally the fighting ceased, we had won, and I don't ever, ever, want to feel the pain I felt when I saw my brother, presumeably dead, in Hagrid's arms. I walked slowly and reductantly to the place where they were keeping the bodies of the deceased. I turned the corner and my eye immediately caught red hair, laying on a cot, his eyes closed...

Dead.

"NO!" I screamed, running at the body of my husband, when I heard a voice scream my name and a body run into mine, collapsing onto the ground wrapped around me.

"George!!! No, no, no, no." I was too crushed to tell who was wrapped around me, and I only stopped sobbing when they grabbed my face and crushed their lips into mine, and I looked into their eyes, my husbands eyes. When he pulled back, my eyes widened, because no matter how happy I was that my husband was alive, I realized that his twin was dead, and he didn't know yet.

"What?" George asked, a confused expression clashing with joy across his face. "What's wrong?" he went to turn around, but no matter how hard I tried to stop him, there was no stopping what he saw when he turned his head.

"Freddie." I heard him half mutter, then jump up and cross the courtyard in seconds. My heart collapsed in on itself when he fell next to his twins side, not even able to get out words, just hugging his brothers lifeless body.

I pulled myself off the ground and walked over to my husbands shaking body, wrapping him in my arms and letting him wet my shoulder with his tears, in the years to come, both of our tears would be wiped away from our eyes, weather from grief, ptsd, nightmares, or happy tears, when Ron and Hermione got married, when our first of eight children were born, and every one after that.

But I have to thank Voldemort, for without him, I would have never married the man that is the father of my children today, I wouldn't have ever known the truth of my family, I would have never known love.

Some day I would have, but I would give millions of somedays for just one today with my husband, with my family, with the love that I grew to know.

I'm about to cry to be quite honest, well, THANK YOU for reading, for following along with this story that was once a daydream and is now my future, if not for this story, I wouldn't have known to love writing, because I would have never tried it, but now I believe in myself a little more every day, and mabey some day, I'll write a story of my own.

So much love,

Em💕💖💞❤♥💛💟💝💗💙💚💜💓❣