For the Divination Assigment at HSWW
Word Count: 503 (Without A/N)
Summary: Fred takes some time to think during the war
The wall exploded right behind him, and someone to his right gasped.
Fred turned around for a fraction of a second to see his brother, Percy, lying on the ground with a tortured look on his face. That wasn't normal.
"Percy!" He yelled, but was interrupted by another yell.
"Fred! Grab Percy and let's get out of here!" said his twin, George. They fought their attackers for about another five minutes until they were stunned or death, which had to be done if they wanted to win. At wars, there were always some casualties, and while trying to keep them to a minimum, some people had to die.
The light side aimed to stun or disarm, while the Death Eaters aimed to kill, and for Fred, that really made no sense whatsoever.
He sped through the halls of what should have been his school, but now was probably nothing but rubble. It was a great disadvantage to have an unconscious Percy on his hands of course, but for some kind of miracle, their way was mostly empty.
They did see some bodies lying here and there. Fred was sad about it, those had been his friends, or someone he had known before they died, and now they were dead. For the first time in many years, he felt tears brimming from the corners of his eyes.
Fred, George, and the unconscious Percy found the Great Hall in almost ten minutes, and they felt a presence behind them. Fred reacted so quickly Percy almost fell from his grasp.
"What the bloody fuck, Ron!" He exclaimed, but then remembered where he was. "Oh, Merlin, you lads are all alive, that's fantastic," he breathed, as he saw Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were however, covered in sweat and blood, but Fred was probably like that too, so he didn't say anything.
He looked at Ron directly in the eyes and gave Percy to him. "Ron, please," Fred said with great displeasure about saying 'please' to his little brother. "Can you carry Percy to the Great Hall? I know mum's in there and I can't really look at her right now," Not after she killed that bitch, which had been awesome but terrifying.
George sighed from behind him. Fred turned and grinned, "Let's give them hell, mate," he said.
Voldemort had been defeated, but his loyal followers wanted revenge, so they continued with the battle.
Fred had almost died in the first battle if it hadn't been for Hermione, who stopped the exploding wall to crumple him over. She was indeed the brightest witch of her age, and there was nothing that could stop her.
Well, except death of course.
However, he realized that he could probably not be here, and could never see his mum, and dad, and brothers and sister again, which was a terrible thought.
Fred could have depressed his entire family just because one single act, and it was all avoided by a single charm.
Hermione had always been bloody brilliant after all.