Expia ran with her hand in Fred's own, George had gone off to find Angelina. They skidded to a stop, as Death Eaters crowded ahead, and when they'd searched all direction they found themselves surrounded.
"Who might you be doll" asked Scabior nearing Expia.
"Don't come near her" stated Fred, directing his wand toward Scabior.
"An' who are you-" proclaimed Scabior, pausing only to turn and look to one of his followers.
"Who's 'ee" questioned Scabior.
A snatcher thumbed through the pages of a little book.
"Fred Weasley, pure-blood; but a blood traitor, associates with mudbloods" read the snatcher.
"Den who's she" Scabior asked, once more.
"That's his girlfriend, eh-" the snacher paused searching Fred's page. "... Es-pee-uh – she's disowned, cause of him" he finished.
"It's pronounced Ex-pee-uh, moron" Fred growled.
"Disowned? For 'em, my sweetheart – ya' couldn't 'ave found anyone beh ur" Scabior stated.
"Hope you aren't referring to yourself" scoffed Expia, disgusted.
"I'm sure Daddy would've approved – anything would be better then a blood traitor" Scabior responded.
"Enough! I wouldn't mind killing you, and your half-witted posse right now" yelled Fred.
"Alright den, if you're in such a hurry – we'll make this quick" Scabior assured.
Expia coughed roughly, as she and Fred now were sitting ourselves up from piles of debris. Incredibly, Expia had shot a spell down the hall, and it engulfed the walls and shook parts of the castle.
"Are you alright" Fred asked, after helping me stand.
"Never better" Expia answered, then allowing herself to kiss George passionately.
Draco was walking along the halls followed by Blaise, and he pulled Blaise back against the wall.
"Ew, sick" Blaise stated, resisting the urge to vomit.
"Are they seriously snogging" hissed Blaise.
Draco peeked around the corner at the two making out, one being a Weasley – while the other was a girl, he'd spoken to once before. Expia Lestrange; she was unbelievably beautiful. Dark brown haired, silky when she allowed it to come over her shoulders. Brown eyed, light brown skinned, and thin; but curved, so sexily curved. She has some cousin too, Expia's distant cousin Atlas. Her and Atlas looked almost nothing alike, but Atlas was just as sexy or maybe a little more – Still - no Weasley deserved her.
"Ms. Lestrange, you know better then to display any affection towards another amongst the halls" stated the smooth voice of Amycus Carrow.
"Now Weasley's gonna get it" stated Blaise, moving forward t spot the action.
Draco spied silently, as Amycus finally struck. First, Amycus used a nonverbal spell to force Expia to the side. Afterward, he continued his assault on the Weasley, which he knew to be Fred Weasley now.
"Avada Kedvra" hissed Amycus.
Expia gasped seeing Fred collapse to the ground, and then Voldemort's voice filled her ears. Automatically she crouched beside Fred, and watched carefully as his lips form only two words...'love' and 'you'.
"Fred" Expia cried, grasping his face.
No! This couldn't happen, god say it isn't true! All the times we'd argued, he couldn't leave her here. Not now!
"Fred, please! Fred" Expia sobbed, tears escaping my eyes.
Expia tried to push them back, but the salty demons continued to escape her eyes. After hearing running footsteps stop behind her, Expia turned her head. There was no longer Amycus, but instead George – looking at her, and then to Fred.
"Freddie? FRED" shouted George, kneeling beside Fred's body.
"Freddie man, please! You can't be gone!" George yelled at Fred, shaking his dead body.
"Come on! Please Fred, you're my best mate" George stated, tears brimming his eyes.
However, as Expia touched George's shoulder, and after he helped her up while he stood himself up as well. The other Weasleys also had begun to arrive, Molly and Ginny both collapsing at the sight. Arthur hugged George, and Percy and Bill were both struggling not to reduce to tears immediately. Which then slowly, Ron began to come down the destroyed steps.
"Expia" George breathed, looking at her.
Although before he could grab a hold of her, Expia had apparated away. Arriving inside the Owlery, and she looked out at the damage. Her still watering eyes focusing out on the burning bridge not far off, and large pieces of burning wood were falling all around. Owls were afraid, moving away from windows, and huddling together in nest boxes.
She looked out once more, watching a souls seemed to float up into the sky – those who died. Everyone was dying, there were many who had already died.
"Crap! God what am I going to do" sobbed a girl, crying hardly.
Expia peered around the corner at her, she was crying over a girl who's hair had looked a lot like Expia's own. Except she was different, and much more mucked up.
"Is everything alright" Expia questioned.
The sobbing girl jumped, her silky black hair moving in front of her eyes. I almost immediately recognized her – Daphne Greengrass.
"I don't know what do" stated Daphne, and I looked to the other girl's body in front of her.
She had two ponytails, and her face had dirt smudges on it – Pansy Parkinson.