Voltaic Falling

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Beatrice Weasley dove out of the way for an impending attack. She reached for her endless pool of power and blasted the five death eaters trying to kill her away. She had the burning stone in her cloak as she sends currents and awaits to catch a glimpse of Harry Potter. 

Soon, she flies into the sky, reaching the clock tower, where death eaters were relentlessly attacking. She managed to see Remus, Kingsley, and Sirius battling an upcoming wave of dark cloaks. A spell zoomed past her ear as she turned around quickly. 

Nymphadora Tonks. 

The Auror held her wand tightly, pointing to the death eaters behind the young woman. 

"Well, all things considered, you look good, Tris", she jokingly said. 

"What are you doing here? Moony will kill you if he sees you here, then kill me for not telling him", Beatrice answered. 

"Doesn't matter-"

"Dora?", Remus asked warily. 

The young Auror crashed into Remus, hugging him and kissing his temple. 

"You shouldn't have. It's Teddy who needs you", Remus said into her hair. 

"He'll sleep 'til dawn and snore like his father. It's you who needs me tonight", the pink haired Auror retorted. 

Beatrice snorted and Sirius nudged her, not wanting to disturb their moment. However, as more death eaters reached for them, Beatrice winked at the couple and soared into the air. 

She sent endless orbs and currents, scorching death eaters with the blast. She flew towards the clock tower, zooming past the order members, sending blue orbs to the enemies, rendering them unconscious or dead- she couldn't care less. 

"Go! The Great Hall and the Courtyard are a mess! I have to find Harry!", she said, flying down to Great Hall herself. 

Cedric's wand pulsed in her cloaked ready to be used. She reached for her pockets and with wand ready, she channeled her powers into the wand. 

With wand in one hand and orbs in the other, she launched spell after spell. 

"Incoming!" She heard a George Weasley scream 

"Incoming already came", she said as she clutched her arm in pain. 

A piece of rubble from a blast had been lodged in her upper arm. She would not heal herself. She needed to have the energy to do so for her other plan. It would be a waste to do it right now. 

Soon, she heard a booming sound from one of the courtyard's pillar. She turned her head to see the stones crumbling and a red-head standing underneath them, laughing with his older brother. Before she could even send a dome his way, the pillar became undone, crushing the young man. 

She screamed right there. An Earth-shattering scream resounded from inside her. A piece of her soul chipped away. 

Fred. Fred Weasley. Her Bestfriend was dead. 

She reached for the column, finding a newfound strength in pushing the stones from his mangled body. When the last stone uncovered his body, he had already stopped breathing. She sobbed as his pale white face still had adorned the remains of his last laugh. Even the ghost of his last joke was alive in his eyes. 

She sobbed and closed his eyes. She was enveloped by a sobbing George Weasly, whose screams of pain and sorrow made her soul chip further. Percy was astounded and almost begging the young woman to do something.