American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

The Duel

I wasn't helping for very long when I heard a scream that shattered my heart.

I turned around and saw the Weasley family huddled around a redhead. I finished working on the person and ran to see which Weasley was lying dead on the ground.

Fred.

That was the only thought running through my mind as I saw one of my closest friends lying pale and cold on the floor. We shared so many great memories in this room. I fell to my knees as I grabbed his hand. Then I saw George.

I have never seen George so upset. Ever. He ran to Fred and collapsed onto his knees as he sobbed into Fred's chest. I move around so that I could hug George while grieving for my best friend. I know the pain I feel is a fraction of George's. George and Fred were together since day 1. Always. They were each other's number ones. They were their ride or dies. They were supposed to be together until the end.

I was about to go help with the wounded again to get my mind off Fred when I saw something that caused me to stop in my tracks. A stretcher carrying unmistakably pink hair. Tonks.

I followed the stretcher until they laid her down. Then the tears started flowing harder than they ever have before. I felt like all was lost. It got even worse when I looked to my right and saw Remus. They had died together in battle. And then it hit me.

That tiny child I had sworn to protect with my life was now mine. His parents were lying before me dead. I grabbed Tonks' hand and leaned in really close as if I was actually talking to her.

"Tonks, I swear to you that this child will be the coolest, best thing to ever happen on this planet. He's going to be the kid that finally makes Filch quit. He'll have unrestrained access to everything Weasley's Wizard Wheezes has to offer. And I promise he'll know all about you. I'll have Harry tell him about Remus, but I'll tell him about you every night before he goes to bed. I'll tell him about every time you made me laugh, about the time we dyed my hair the muggle way. I'll tell him about your wedding and how much you and Remus loved each other. I'll even tell him how I bitch slapped Remus for you. I'll tell him how you died fighting for what's right, and how you dedicated your whole life to tracking down death eaters and being a badass. I'll tell him everything. Teddy Lupin will grow up to be the best, most badass child ever. He'll be exactly like you Tonks. I swear. I won't disappear on him like I'm known to do. I will fight for this kid, Tonks, just like I know you would."

I started crying too hard to speak anymore. My two best friends were gone within minutes of each other probably. I held Tonks' hand lightly. Unlike George, I had no one to comofrt me. The Weasleys were all consumed with Fred's death, as they should be. I had seen my old dorm mates briefly before the battle, but I had no idea where they were now. I hoped they weren't dead. I stayed alone by Tonks where there was no one to hold my hand except for the lifeless body of my best friend.

Unexpectedly, a voice boomed through the castle. Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as well every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before him, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.

At that moment, I turned from sad to incredibly angry. I was furious at Harry Potter. I had almost died for him multiple times. So has everyone else in the order or anyone who had been around him for more then one minute. Looking around, I see all the people who actually died to protect the boy who lived. And this isn't even everyone. All these people were sacrificing themselves for him, and he has the audacity to die? I know I should feel shock and sadness, but all I feel is anger. He just went and died. He had a million opportunities to die over the years, and he does it just like that. When so many people have done so much.