There are a few things nobody knows about the famous 'Final Battle' that happened at Hogwarts. Many know the story of Harry Potter and his friends, the Golden Trio, but it is rare that an outsider knows the story of Fred Weasley and Farren Westen, a canadian wizard who was ordered to return to Canada. Not many know the horror and the pain she felt when she recieved the news, or how she faced the funeral bravely... or how she was visited time and time again by his ghost.
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The family was rushing, getting things together before they ran to the portkey, dissapearing one by one. It was time. The dreaded battle was upon them, and the Weasley's were anxious, but fearful. Bill and Charlie had already vanished to Hogwarts, and Ginny and her parents dissapeared shortly after, the only three left were Fred, George and the girl, Farren Westen.
George was pacing back and forth infront of the portkey, cursing at the top of his lungs, "Let's go Fred!"
Fred, however, was busy clutching Farren's shoulders, shaking her, "You can't come, Farren."
The raven haired girl's green eyes were dripping with tears. Her hands clutched his forearms, unable to let go, "You can't make me stay here! I'm good Fred, you know that i'm good!"
"I never said you weren't!" He shouted, "I'm not letting you die, okay? I won't."
She broke down, sobbing, unable to even get out a sentence. The thought of him dying instead of her just made her entire body ache, the thought of him fighting without her just didn't make any sense. Sure, he'd have George and George would do his best, but it wouldn't be the same. She had trained for this day too, ever since she was sent to Hogwarts from Scatsbeald, the Canadian School for Wizards. It didn't seem right for her to vanish back to Canada and let everybody else fight.
Fred was pleading now, trying to remain together, "Please, Farren, just go."
She shook her head.
"I'll be fine," he reassured her, his grasp absent-mindedly tightening, "Go to your portkey, i'll see you as soon as the battle's over."
Farren, who was still crying deeply, clutched onto him, "I love you," she whispered.
He smiled at her, memorizing her beautiful fair skinned face like it'd be the last time he'd ever see it. Then, he kissed her deeply. The passion, love, and fear all sank through the motions of their lips. He felt her shaking beneath him and he silently prayed that he'd make it through this, for her sake, so he could do this again.
"FRED!"
Fred pulled away, recognizing George's anxious yell. He looked into her green eyes again, "I love you too, now go."
To his surprise, Farren turned to the mail-box portkey, slowly heading for it. He smiled and turned for his own, George's face still in battle-mode, ready to jump for it. He was just about to look back to see if she was gone, when a blur rushed past him, and Farren sprinted for the portkey which would send her to Hogwarts. His mind couldn't grasp anything, he didn't know what to do, then George caught her and both of them went crashing to the ground.
His grasp of the black haired girl was tight while she squirmed and reached for the portkey. Fred was suddenly infront of her, pulling her onto her feet, his eyes filled with anger and fury, "What are you doing?!" He screamed at her, as she writhed under his arms.
"I'm fighting with you, asshole!"
Fred grunted, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the mailbox. He didn't have to say anything to George, he was already behind them, just in case she got out of the hold. Fred tried his best to block out her cries, pulling her as hard as he could while her feet dug into the ground. There was nothing he'd love more than to fight with her, to watch her fiesty personality shine on the death eaters, killing them one by one, but he couldn't push back the reality that something could go wrong- anything could go wrong, and that she might be killed in the process.
Thinking it over, he became definate that he was sending her home. He yanked her up the little step and started pulling her hand near the mailbox, until she shouted at the top of her lungs;
"STOP!"
Fred immediatly stop and looked at her.
"Just stop for a second, okay?" she sniffled, pulling her hand away and wiping her eyes.
George positioned himself directly behind her, prepared for any sudden movements, but she wasn't trying to escape. Her hand shoved her wawnd into her back pocket, she was backing down. Though he should've been satisfied, Fred felt even worse, she was un-happy with him.
He reached forwards and took her hands in his, "I'm sorry, but I promise you that after this I won't use any of our test products on Ron anymore."
Farren didn't look amused, "I don't care about that, okay? I care about you, please be safe, Fred."
He watched her plea with him, gripping his hands so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. He remembered the night before this, how they were lying in bed and she had burst into tears just at the thought of being stuck in Canada. He hadn't been that alarmed in a while, it had been the first time he'd ever seen her cry. Through all of their arguments and bickering she'd never once shed a tear, but now she was a vulnerable mess, and he was strangely affected by it.
Her eyes were searching his, "Please!"
He nodded and smiled lightly, "I promise."
She didn't say anything, she pulled him down to her, smashing her lips to his. He could feel the desperation clinging to her as she clung to him. His arms were around her quickly, trying his hardest not to break down himself. George was oddly quiet as the two said a final goodbye, though his mind was screaming at him to get to Hogwarts. Finally, Fred pulled away and looked her dead in the eyes, his voice cracking, "I love you."
She smiled through the tears, "I love you too, Fred."
He pecked her lips and then, he let her go. His heart breaking with every step he took away from her. He and George were half way to the portkey when he turned to see her crying harder, staring at him.
"Hey, Farren?!" He called, watching her nod, "Promise me something?"
She wiped her eyes, "Anything."
He felt his chest tighten, "Promise me if we make it out of this, you'll marry me?"
George choked on the air, but didn't say anything. Farren, however burst into a huge grin and nodded rapidly. Fred grinned and winked at her, standing still next to his portkey, and without a word, he nodded to her and she reached for the mailbox- dissapearing from the yard.
Fred let out a pained breath and arched forwards.
"It'll be okay," he heard George whisper as his hand clamped his shoulder, "She's safe. Let's go."
Fred took one last look at the mailbox and reached for the portkey.
