"I'm going to go get Raven, George, I'll meet you outside." Fred made his way up to the Ravenclaw tower, broomstick in hand. He slipped into the commonroom by means of a hidden passage Raven showed him three months ago. He slipped between the cold, stone walls just in to see Raven walking up the steps. Blood was trailing behind her. He stood in the passage way stunned. Raven was bleeding, his dove was bleeding. He chased after her, by the time he reached the top she was standing at the window. "Raven!" She paused, fingers curled tightly around the balconey railing as she turned to face him. "Raven, what are you doing?" Her eyes were emotionless except for the tears brimming in them. "They broke it Freddy, they broke me..." He gasped at hearing her say that. No one, nothing could have ever broken her. "How...?" Her eyes flicked to the left, his eyes followed to see the shattered gold chain and twisted body of what was the oval locket her mother had given her. When he looked closer he could see the torn remains of the photo of her mother and father, the only one she owned and could find. When he turned to look back at her he saw that she was standing on the railing, arms spread. He lunged for her as she started to fall, his fingers grazing hers as she fell out of his reach. Jumping over the railing after her, he mounted his broomstick zooming down after her. He yanked Raven to him just before she hit the ground, the stck catching on a rock and throwing them forward. Fred curled himself around her small frame as the tumbled across the lawn. Once they came to a stop he looked down at her limp for in his arms. Her pale skin was even paler than normal, turning blue. When he looked into her eyes, the beautiful violet eyes he loved to stare into for hours, they were vacant. His Raven was...dead. He couldn't feel anything, he was numb.
Draco and Victoria casually walked up to him a week later, hand in hand. "So Weasley. Is it true that Raven killed herself over that stupid little locket of hers?" Fred just stared at the pair silently, he wasn't his usual self ever since that horrid day. Victoria turned to Draco, "I still remember the way she begged me to give that worthless little trinket back to her." She giggled and he smirked. "Ah yes love, and," He chuckled, "i remember the way she cried when I ripped the picture of her muggle mother and blood traitor father infront of her." For the first time in days his eyes held emotion. It was pure rage, these people had killed his Raven. They killed his dove. Fred lunged at Draco, slamming him against the stone wall. "You bastard!" Fred's fist collided with Draco's mouth splitting his lip wide open, blood trickled down his chin. Another hit landed on his nose, breaking it causing blood to explode from it. Victoria screamed "Confringo!" causing Fred's clothes to ignite into flames. He dropped Draco and began to furiously beat the flames. Faintly he heard a teacher yell out something then he was doused with water. He collapsed to the floor the fire still burning in him as he choked out his words. "They killed her...they killed Raven..." Then his eyes became lifeless just as Raven's had as he joined her, forever.