I stood, watching as the final battle against Voldemort raged on, people screamed as they died or saw their loved ones died. I was walking around, unseen by all but my partner. We were here to see that mistakes were rectified, lives that were unfinished were restored and those who were meant to die did so.
"It's reaching a climax, Kit." He said softly as we walked into the great hall, seeing the souls of the dead, some who would never go back, others that will have that chance, but only if they were on the list.
"Yes, we should start, Cane, the list, if you would," I said softly as he handed the list of people that would be given another chance. We split, him to take the souls of the dead, me to give them life again. I had restored almost all the lives but one, Fred Weasley.
I approached a grieving family, a young man, pale with red hair, stood behind his twin, "Who are you?" He asked understandably apprehensive, "Wait, you can see me?"
"Yes, my name is Holly. Do you wish to see your life play out?" I asked grinning.
"I'm dead." He snapped, "I was killed!"
"I know, just answer the question," I said softly, touching his arm comfortingly.
"Yes, but how? I don't want them to use the resurrection stone. I know Harry has it, I saw Dumbledore, he told me!" He said softly, "What happened to you?"
"I died in the first war against Voldemort. I was one of his victims." I said sadly, remembering my death, I was in my garden, my mother was in the kitchen. I heard her scream for me to run, and I did. I got into the woods behind my house and I didn't stop running, but you can't outrun him. I got to the river that ran through the woods, and everything went black. Next thing I know, I'm dead and they put my body on display, a sign that if you defied him you died."
"I'm so sorry." He said softly, "No one deserves that."
"Yes, but I can't do anything about it." I shook off the depression I felt every time I think of my death, "I'm here to give you a second chance. To give you your life back."
"But...how?" He demanded
"Not your time." He shook his head, "Do you not want your life?"
"It's not fair! You didn't get to live your life, and you're no older than me!" He yelled, tears fell down my face, "Hey, what's wrong?"
"No one has ever said that before. No one's ever called out that it's not fair." I said softly, "They never thought about me." I cried harder and he hugged me.
"Well, it's not. How can they not see that your death wasn't fair." A sudden warmth spread through me as I focused on his life, reattaching it to his body,"What's going on?" He started to fade, "Holly?!" "My death is why I do this. So that no one else has to suffer an unfair fate." I said as he faded, he grabbed onto my hand.
"Wait, what about you?" He called.
"I'll be fine. Just live your life, Fred." I kissed his cheek, "Thank you, for listening."