"No," Molly sobbed. "No, no, no, no. He can't be dead!"
"Molly, he's in a better place now," Arthur said quietly.
"NO!"
Arthur gazed down at Fred's still body sadly.
"He died fighting for what he cared about." George said. Molly cried harder. Arthur led her away to clam down.
"George," Hermione whispered, "are you okay?"
George shook his head. Hermione put her arms around him and let him cry. Tears streaked her own face as well. It didn't seem possible that half the Weasley twins were dead. Even if he died fighting.
Hermione heard a movement form behind her and barely had time to register that Ron was holding a knife before it came towards her. She ducked out of the way.
She screamed as the knife plunged into George's back and he slumped forward.
"Hermione,"
She turned around to see Harry on the floor clutching his middle. She scrambled over to him and clutched his hand. "He's possessed," He whispered. Hermione nodded anxiously.
"You can't die," Hermione said. He smiled faintly.
"My job is done. Fix him. And remember that I love you. You have been the sister I never had." Harry closed his eyes and his hand went limp in Hermione's. A sob escaped her lips.
She got up and saw Ron killed first Ginny, then Neville, Luna and everyone else there. Hermione took out her wand.
"Ron!" she screamed. He turned to look at her. "You have to stop this. You'll turn out just like Voldemort."
Ron grinned evilly, then took the blood soaked knife and plunged it into his chest. His still body fell to the ground and Hermione fell to her knees. She had no one.
Her parents were dead. Her friends and the Weasley's were dead. What was left for her to live for?
She crawled over to Ron and pried the knife from his still warm hand. She studied it for a moment before cutting deep into her chest. She watched as blood poured from the wound and formed a puddle on the ground. Then she slumped to the ground and took her last breath.
Disclaimer: I do not own this awesome series, even if it was a crappy story.