Making All was Well Even Better Pt 1

by Hermione's Cousin

What if there was a way for one of your most beloved HP characters not to die? What if Fred Weasley had been saved, but because this one character is never mentioned in the books, this part of the story was never told. I'm only mentioned in one version of the books, though, and it has to be the best version by far. I'm Ellie Granger. Hermione's cousin, and Fred's wife.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or the other characters.

Pt. 1.

I was right next to him, and then I wasn't. I had been thrown up against the wall on my right, then I tumbled down the stairs. Fred saw him. He saw the Death Eater point his wand in the air, so he picked me up and threw me as far as he could. Debris scratched my face, a sharp piece cut my neck. I shielded my face with my hands. I used my wand, still held firmly in my hand, to clear away the smoke in front of me. I saw a big pile of rocks near where I had been with Fred. I got up and ran up the stairs, stumbling over the stone. His face was bleeding all over. I pulled the rocks off of him and tried to drag him, but before I could do much, Percy had sprinted over. He picked Fred up by himself, carried him down the stairs to the Great Hall, then lied him down in a clear area. The rest of the Weasleys ran over, all falling to their knees and sobbing. I was in the background, crying, when Mrs. Weasley came over and hugged me tight. I cried harder. She then took me by the hand and took me over to the others. The next person to hug me was George. George and I had never seen eye to eye, and at times you might say we hated each other. All that seemed to fade when he embraced me, sobbing. I sobbed into his shoulder. No matter how much he looked like him, he would never be the same as Fred.

"Ellie..." George whispered in my shoulder. I said the first thing that came to my mind, and I knew that once it had left my mouth, that it was hundred percent true, "I love you."

I had this feeling of despair. I hadn't even checked Fred's heartbeat, but I didn't need to. I had been dreading this, ever since I had gone with Harry, Ron, and Hermione to find the horcruxes. I knew we were going to lose someone. I had just known it.

It seemed like everyone who had surrounded Fred's body had split a path for me to walk through. I went slowly towards him. Tears went silently down my face. I got to my knees, and with a trembling hand, I touched his chest. Nothing. Nothing at all. It's over. It's done. It's all over. I didn't care I was with the Weasleys. I didn't care other people were watching me. I flung myself onto Fred's lifeless body. I sobbed into his chest. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing would ever matter again.

I don't know how long I cried. By the time I was done, I had an idea. No, it will never work. Never, I thought. But I had to try. But just the thought of the certainty of my failure made me cry more. I took my wand up from the floor, and I whispered through the tears, "Reparo: Finite Incantatum." Slowly, Fred's chest started to move. Up and down, up and down. I got off of him and backed away, frightened. This can't be happening. Fred then sat up. He looked me right in the eyes. The world was spinning. This can't be happening. I wanted to run, but my legs wanted to stay. Fred opened his mouth, as to say something. But there was a shriek from across the room. My cousin Hermione came running over, hugging me then hugging Fred. Ron came, and Mrs. Weasley and Percy and George. All the Weasleys were crowding around him, cries of happiness escaped all of their throats. I wasn't even noticed. Fred, on all fours, pushed through the others to get to me. I wanted to back away, but I was frozen. I don't what I was afraid of, but it was something big. Fred stood on his knees and I, surprisingly, did too. He pulled me close and kissed me hard. I don't how long that lasted either, but I hoped it would never end.