Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. There will be two disclaimers in each chapter. One at the top and another down the bottom. You'll find out why very soon.

A/N: Hey Guys this is my second Fanfic. I have written the entire thing already, but I'll only be posting once a week.

It starts off with next to no plot. But by the 5th or 6th chapter it turns into something much more exciting.

This is definitely a Ron / Hermione Fanfiction. It focuses completely around them.

Hope you like it as much as I do. If you don't like it, then I have no idea why you're reading it. It starts off during the battle of Hogwarts.

Big thanks to my Beta, Sylaises Fire. She's my Beta-Buddy. Good on ya, Sylaises Fire. You're the best.

Live Today Die Tomorrow

Chapter 1: Live Today Die Tomorrow

It was late at night. The ear splitting screams of agonising pain seemed to be drowned out by the constant explosions of both bodies and buildings.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had narrowly escaped the intense grasp of the fiendfyre when they turned into a destroyed corridor, curses still ricocheting down the hall. The trio were on high alert, any slight movement made them jump.

"We can't stay here." Hermione struggled to say through ragged breaths. "We're bound to get hit. We need to move."

Hermione's words were barely audible through the sounds of exploding curses and hollers of excitement from the ever increasing enemy.

"Perce?!" Ron exclaimed in both disbelief and amusement as he stared at his older brother who was currently jabbing his wand into the stomach of a masked death eater.

"Ron! You're alive!" Percy retrieved his wand from the guts of the now dead death eater and ran towards Ron and enveloped him in a hug. "I thought you were dead."

"At one point so did I."

"Oi, Ronnie! While we're alive you wouldn't mind helping, would you?!" came a voice from down the hall.

"Fred?!" Ron turned in the direction of the voice. The cascading rubble created such a thick cloud of smoke that it made it very hard to see through. "Where's George?!" Ron's face suddenly became ill-looking and his strong posture faltered as images of George's dead body infiltrated his mind.

"Don't worry about Georgie. He was trying to find a Thestral the last time I saw him. Looked like a blind man without a cane if you ask me." Fred responded as he appeared from out behind the smoke. "He'll be fine. It's us I'm worried about."

By this time everyone was busy defending the castle from the death eaters; blocking curses, hexes and spells and when possible firing a jinx or two back at the perpetrators to try and get the upper hand.

As more curses were being cast in their direction a dark, masked figure appeared before Percy. Hermione extended her wand and removed the mask to reveal a very angry looking Thicknesse.

Percy was slightly shocked at the sight of his boss but proceeded to duel with him, rendering him unconscious within seconds.

Hermione leant forward and spoke clearly into Harry's ear. "Harry, we need to get moving." She managed to say before being caught up in another one-on-one battle.

Harry nodded in agreement and made his way over to Ron, who was currently fighting off a death eater's curse. Harry dodged a couple of spells before grabbing hold of Ron's shoulder. Ron spun around hastily, causing Harry to stumble backwards in fright.

"Bloody Hell! Don't do that!" Ron exclaimed.

"Sorry, but I really think we need to go now."

Seeing an opportune moment, the death eater Ron was fighting took off into the night. "I almost had him." Ron said as he made his way over to where the death eater last stood.

"Ron! Now!" Hermione yelled from a couple of feet away. She was still firing inaudible hexes as she slowly made her way to where Ron and Harry were defending themselves against the curses.

"We need to get Fred and Percy and leave this corridor!" Her voice was trembling in both fear and anger.

"Alright. I'll get Fred. Harry, you get Percy." Ron then looked at Hermione. "Hermione you lead the way." Ron eye's lingered on her a little while longer before he turned to find his brother.

Harry jumped over large pieces of broken walls trying to get back to Percy. When he got there he heard Percy talking with Thicknesse.

"Hello, Minister!" Percy exclaimed as he fired a jinx towards his boss. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"

"Percy, we're going now!" Harry yelled at Percy.

"You go. I'll keep them distracted."

"No! This isn't a choice. Death eaters have breached this side of the castle. We need to head back to the hall." Harry said as he dragged Percy by the arm and into the second corridor.

There they met up with Ron, Hermione and Fred. "Percy? You made a joke! My brother actually made a joke!" Fred said as he clapped his hands in a solo round of applause. A slight smile spread across their faces at Fred's remark. Without warning all five of them were forced to the ground by an enormous explosion that had come from the corridor they had just left.

Percy jumped up quicker than he had fallen.

As Harry sat up, his hand went to his eye. A large piece of rubble had cut him along his brow as he was falling. He pulled his hand away from his face and noticed blood was covering his fingers.

"Ron! Hermione! Are you alright?" Harry called out in concern.

"Yeah, we're fine." Ron responded, lending his hand to Hermione to help her up off her bleeding knees.

"Where's Fred?" Percy was the first to speak after the explosion. "Fred?! Fred! Where are you?! FRED!"

"P…Percy…" Ron stuttered, his gaze never left the still body on the cold floor.

"FRED!" The scream that tore itself from Percy's throat drowned out the clashes of the now distant battle. "No. No. NO! FRED!" Percy reached Fred's body a moment before Ron.

As Percy looked down at Fred's body he stumbled backwards out of shock, legs threatening to give way. Tears breached his eyes as reality started to settle in. He was in such shock that he stood plastered to one spot.

Ron, on the other hand, had no shame. When he reached Fred's body he dropped to his knees and openly wept.

"If I had just done what Hermione had said in the first place… he would still be… he would be." Ron scooped up Fred's limp form in his long arms and spoke through tears, "Fred. Please, don't be…"

Hermione quietly placed her hand on Ron's shoulder. "Ron."

Ron just looked up at Hermione then over to his other brother now leaning against a wall that hadn't yet been destroyed.

Ron nodded softly and wiped away his tears on the back of his dirty hand before standing and stepping away from Fred's body.

"We need to get away from here before we end up…" Ron trailed off choking on fresh sobs.

Percy stepped away from Harry and took a step closer towards Ron. He opened his arms wide. Ron broke down into a wave of sobs as he curled his tall frame into the embrace of his older brother. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Ron broke the hug.

"We need to go." Ron spoke again. Percy nodded in assent and the four silently turned and walked down the corridor. They would return in time to retrieve Fred's body but for now they needed to get out while they still could. While they were alive. They made it to the end of the hall when they heard someone speak.

"Aren't you going to take my body?!"

When Percy heard this he was expecting to see the ghost of Fred. The group turned around slowly, the shock coursing through their blood prohibiting them to move quickly. Standing in the middle of the corridor, in all his glory, was Fred. Real Fred; alive.

"Fred?" An overwhelmed Percy questioned with difficulty.

"You know I thought that at least one of you would check my pulse. Were you really just going to leave me there? …I could've died!"

"We thought you HAD died!" Screamed Percy.

However Fred's eyes were drawn to Ron and the rage etched deeply onto his face as Ron closed the gap between them.

Fred took a couple of steps backwards but it didn't accomplish much. Ron was already standing in front of him. He drew his fist back and rammed it into Fred's face with such force that Fred was flung to the ground.

Fred clutched his face as he stumbled to his feet. "What was that for?!"

"What the bloody hell do you think it was for?!" Ron yelled sarcastically, spraying Fred with spit.

"Say it, don't spray it! Alright, alright, I understand I might have taken it a little too far." Fred said as he wiped the spit from his face.

"A little? You pretended to be dead…in the middle of a war." Harry stated as he stepped between the brothers before Fred actually ended up dead.

"Can we please leave now?" Hermione begged.

The boys turned to Hermione and nodded.

"I still can't believe you're alive." Percy stated as he embraced Fred.

Fred looked over at Ron. "Come on, Ronnie. Hug me." Ron reluctantly joined his brothers in the hug. "Aren't you happy I'm alive?" Fred questioned Ron.

"Sure." Ron begrudgingly admitted.

"Can we please leave now" Hermione begged, Harry nodding in agreeance beside her.

Fred broke the hug but kept his arms slung around the necks of his brothers. "At least I learned something from this experience." Fred spoke as the five made their way around to a safer part of the castle.

Hermione wasn't a fan of Fred's 'I'll pretend to be dead' prank. In Hermione's opinion, death was no laughing matter. "Did you learn that pretending to be dead can really upset the emotional balance of a person's wellbeing?" Hermione responded, her tone acidic.

"No."

"What did you learn?" Harry hissed.

"I learnt not to trust any of you with my body."

Disclaimer: No Freds were harmed during the making of this chapter. In fact, Fred would really like it if you reviewed and told him how much you love him.