Author's Note: Okay, so I did this a little differently. This chapter is sorta the end. I did this for the reason of information. There's not much, but you need it anyways. I felt starting with the beginning wouldn't be satisfying enough. So please enjoy, and review so I know you liked it or so I can improve. Thanks a lot. Also, DH spoilers, so don't read unbolded text if you haven't finished.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did. Period.

She was laying face up, more than likely because that was the way she passed. There was silence; there was no one there. She could tell because she could only hear herself breathing. She wasn't sure where she was, but she knew the pain had stopped.

When she opened her eyes, there wasn't much to see. She seemed to be in the sky, except, it was more white than blue. She seemed to be looking at a cloud, but she couldn't tell. She struggled to stand up, wishing there was something to help her up. She looked around, there was no new scenery to be seen anywhere. Everything was …white. Then she felt a familiar presence.

"I see you're up now. Sorry to see you made it." A voice behind her said. She turned around. Even under the circumstances she couldn't be happier to see him. Fred Weasley, stood before her, dressed in white, and pale, but his fiery red hair stood out like black ink on paper.

"Fred, where are we?" she asked. He just smiled.

"I think you know the answer to that," he said. It was true, she did, but she didn't want to acknowledge it.

"You mean…we're…"

"Yes. Yes we are."

She frowned, her face solemn. She knew she was going to die, but Fred…he had a chance. She wondered how he had died, but did not ask. She went through so much pain towards the end, she hoped, as much as she wanted him alive, that he didn't go through as much pain.

"So…w-what do we do now? Do we…go on?" she asked quietly, looking at the ground, or cloud, whatever it was.

"That is all up to you."

"What?"

"I mean, whether we both go on is up to you."

"How…why?" she asked.

He sighed. "I should have explained this long ago, but I was afraid you'd be upset with me. You have to understand though, I meant it when I said I couldn't live without you."

"Fred…what do mean?" she asked desperately.

"Well, I don't remember what year it was exactly, but I remember my dad coming home from work one day, and he was talking about the Department of Mysteries. He said, that someone had created a lot of trouble for them. Someone had created a spell. A Heart-Binding spell. Some think it's a curse, some think it's romantic, but either way, no one has ever heard of it, and no one ever has after they got through with it. Fortunately, my dad had told her how to pronounce because, being my mom, she though she might give it a chance. Then my dad told her that they shouldn't do it, because of the way it worked."

Her head was buzzing. This wasn't making any sense, and she wasn't sure why any of this had to do with them, and she wasn't sure whether she wanted to know.

"You point your wand to the middle of your chest, say the words, and then bring your wand to your lover's chest. When you do that, your lover will now have your heart, literally, emotionally, mentally, etc. All of that except physically, of course. There's also a catch, the one who hold's "both" hearts is the key to their life span. When the wielder dies, so does the other. They haven't found a way to reverse it yet. That's why it was such trouble for the Department of Mysteries. They had no clue how the other wizard had died. It took tons of testing to figure this out. Dad wouldn't know this of course, had his "co-worker" been out the night before drowning in his misery."

She just looked at him with a blank expression, but with confusion in her eyes.

"Don't you see?" he asked, "This is what I did. I bounded our hearts together. See, I do keep my word. I really did mean it when I said I couldn't live without you. Except I never really planned any of this. I remember though, when I found out you didn't have much longer, I wanted anything to have more time with you, or to be with you. Then I remembered it when I heard Dad talking about the Department again."

She felt like she was going to throw up. Romantic? He found this romantic? After he swore he wouldn't follow her. He lied. He did it anyways. She turned away from him, as a tear started to appear. Or it should have at least. She swore she could be crying, but no tear fell.

"Still won't let me see you cry will you?" she heard him say.

"You know why."

"Well, don't waste your time. You can't cry here. Believe me I already tried."

She still couldn't believe this was happening. She never wanted any of this. She remembered her when she first realized she was a witch, or her first with Oliver Wood, her first boyfriend. At the moment she had remembered a lot things she had done, and realized all the things she didn't, and how she regretted them. But that was life you regret things.

"So, I still don't see…h-how it's up to …me whether we g-g-go on or whatever," she said, turning to face him. He smiled. No, he beamed. He went and embraced her with a hug. Then pulled away, but put his arms around her waist.

"The guy who invented this spell, stayed here to explain everything that no one else could. He told me, we have options. Two, to be exact." Fred said, the slowly, his frown faded. "We could, one, go on, and remember each other forever, as we were, all the thing we did. Everything about each other, from day one."

"Or, we could start over. We could—"

"Wait, we can go back?" she asked excitedly. That was it; they'd go back, alive and happy, living together until they died, of old age. Not because of curses, or poisons, or spells.

Fred shook his head, apparently reading her expression and mind.

"Or we could start over. We'd go back to living, but…we'd have no memories of each other. Everything about each other would be gone. We had new lives, and we'd never see each other again."

She frowned just like he did, even more so. Of course there was a catch. There was always a catch. She could never just be happy, even when she wanted to. She realized all the things she took for granted right then.

"So…it's m-my choice," she said quietly.

"It is," he said, looking fiercely in her eyes. "But let me tell you this. Although it is your choice, I will never forgive you if you make me go back. If your making me forget everything we had, everything we did. We knew more about each other then we did ourselves, we loved each other no matter what everybody said. No matter who got in the way or disapproved. We got past that. We may be dead, we may go on, but we won't forget. I said I couldn't live without you, and I can't live without knowing you either. You are everything to me."

By this time, Fred had collapsed on his knees. He looked only down. She was sure that if tears were possible, he'd by crying thousands of them at this point.

"I said I'd love you until the day I die. I made a mistake, I'll love you even after that."

"How dare you!" she said aloud, causing Fred to look at her with surprise.

"You put a spell on me which make me have to hold your heart too. It sounds romantic yes, but did ever think about it? I was the cause of your death! You put that on me! How could you? You knew I was going to die, that I had no chance! Even after you swore not to follow me into death you did something like this! You know how that makes me feel! That because of me, you died, and there was nothing I could do about it! You obviously didn't think about your family and how much they are going to have to go through now! What about George? How is he going to cope WITHOUT HIS TWIN! Jesus, Fred." She was so frustrated at him, but she couldn't say anymore. She was on the verge of tears. She was breathing heavily, and she didn't know what more she could say. But his family...she felt sick just with the guilt he put on her. It was done with now, and they were here. Dead.

"I'm sorry, but I've never felt this way about anyone. I know I'm the funny guy, the troublemaker. Always playing jokes. I'm so serious and protective when it comes to you." Fred said, because that's all he could. She was right. He didn't think about his family. About...George. So maybe this wasn't the best idea, but the idea of living without her was worse. His family knew what they were doing, putting there lives on the line. They would know better, they would cope.

"Well, right now I'm leaning towards going back. Not to get even with you, no. Because you deserved to live. You had the chance to live, and you threw it away because you wanted to show me you loved me. Fine. But if I do this, it's so you can have a life again, so you understand how much I love you." She explained.

"If you want to show me how much you love me, then let us go on." Fred pleaded.

"We have different opinions on how we should prove how much we love each other," she said flatly. Fred stared at her, wide-eyed. Even though she said it wasn't, he knew that it was to show him what his decision put on her. So he had one last try to change her mind.

"If that's your decision. Fine. But one last thing; if you choose this, I will never forgive you for making me forget you." With that Fred fell back on the white fluff and closed his eyes. She did the same.

"You have a decision to make." He said finally.

He was wrong. She, Delana "Ana" Johnson, had already made up her mind.

AU: So yeah, that it the little part of it.

Basic review if you didn't catch it:

Girl's name- Delana

They are both dead, how will be revealed later.

Remember the spell.

She still has to make a decision, even though she swears she's made it.

So please review. If I don't get between 5-10 I guess I have work to do. But if I do, review anyways, so I know what I can fix. Thanks a lot!