Title: Death takes all
Summary: Fred Weasley is the last one left, but he doesn't intend to let it be like that for long. AU-Voldemort wins- Character death
Length: Drabble
Rating: K
Prompts: death, honor
Character: Fred Weasley
Era: Seventh year/ War
They drag him, fighting and yelling, into the lavish room.
Pushed him to the floor, and ripped his sleeve away from his left forearm.
And offered the mark, graciously.
Told him as he was only heir left of a pureblood house, it was his privilege.
An honor.
That was now his, because anything and everyone he ever loved was dead.
Death is not a picky master, and Death takes all.
Ginny, George, Bill.
All dead.
His Mum and Dad.
Harry.
Hermione.
Ron.
Lupin.
Tonks.
Dead.
All but Fred Weasley.
He is forsaken by death, and left to cope in this bizarre new order.
Voldemort has won and everyone is dead.
Dark has triumphed, and the Light has lost.
In the dust and confusion, no one really knows what happened.
Just that suddenly, the "golden trio" were dead, bleeding on the rubble and what little resistance was left was quickly surrounded.
Muggleborns didn't survive the night.
The Dark Lord has taken over and is guiding the wizarding world to a future free of the filth of muggle kind.
Everyone who could fought to the death.
They pressed a wand to his arm, to administer the mark.
He screamed, and spit.
Spit in the face of Voldemort himself.
And with the last of his strength, of his sanity, he jerked free.
Pulled a wand out of a hidden holster.
And cast.
A cutting hex.
And from his vantage, it would have been impossible to miss.
The dark lord pulled back, hands grasping a cut throat.
Blood poured.
Blood that oddly enough didn't look that different from the blood of his "mud blood" friends who had died similarly.
Voldemort fell before him, lay lower than a "blood traitor".
And Fred Weasley laughed, full and loud, as the air filled with a beautiful emerald glow of death.
Yes, Death is not a picky master, and Death takes all.