Disclaimer: All characters belong to the fabulous J.K. Rowling.
A/N: So, I understand this is NOT how the death of Fred went in the book, although it is very similar up to a point, however, I really feel like writing a one shot to get out of my writers block for Always Hoping! Any readers of Always Hoping, I'm about halfway through the epilogue, but I've hit a block so I'm writing this in the hope of getting out of it! I hope you like, please review, good or bad (:
For most people, the fear of death that dark, cold night in May was the worst part. But this wasn't the case for Fred. Nor was it the hundreds of green and red curses narrowly missing him, or the noise from the shouting and screaming. No, Fred worried not for himself, but for someone else, someone close to him in his mind, yet at the furthest point of the castle from him. Just the distance between them made his stomach twist and his fist clench around his wand. Or was it his wand? The two of them were so often swapping wands, mostly to confuse their mother, that they could barely tell the difference anymore.
Fred smiled slightly at this, as he sent a well aimed hex at a Death Eater who was bearing down on Percy. To begin with, Fred and George had found it difficult to use each other's wands. But they refused to admit there were any differences between them, and worked constantly until they could successfully master the other's.
Suddenly, three more Death Eaters rounded the corner and fired a stream of curses towards his brother and himself. Percy gave a cry and hastily performed a complex shield around the two of them which refelected the curses back at their pursuers.
"We're outnumbered!" Percy shouted, breathing quickly and heavily. "We've got to get out of here, or get someone to help us!"
"What can we do, Perce?" Fred replied. "If we run, they'll only get us in the back! We'll be dead in seconds!"
"We can't hold them much longer!" Percy fired a well aimed jinx at one of the Death Eaters, whose hood fell, revealing the harsh, cruel face of Thicknesse. Fred, meanwhile, was sending a constant stream of petrifying curses at the rest of the group, dodging and very narrowly missing a green light as it whooshed past his head.
"Hello, Minister!" Percy bellowed at Thicknesse, "did I mention I'm resigning?"
"You're joking, Perce!" Fred shouted, a grin on his face. "You actually are joking, Perce. I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-"
And then there was an explosion. Fred and Percy were both blasted backwards into the stone wall, about 10 metres behind where they had originally stood. The Death Eaters were thrown the other way, and as they fell in a heap at the opposite end of the corridor, part of the wall collapsed and crushed them all.
Percy was stunned, but had been incredibly lucky; he had not hit the hard stone wall, but he had been cushioned by a thick tapestry, before sliding onto the floor. He shook his head, dazed, and glanced to his right. There lay Fred, a deep cut on his head that was bleeding intensely, his eyes closed.
"Fred?" he whispered, his voice tight and barely able to speak. "Fred?" He was shaking his brother now, desperately trying to wake him up. Fred was still breathing. "Fred, come on! Please!"
This side of the castle was now eerily quiet, but for the sound of footsteps nearby. Someone was running.
A/N: Okay, I've decided to make this a couple of chapters, just so it's easier to split the different sections up. I know this is basically a copy of what does actually happen, but there is no Harry and the others at this point, and what happens soon is going to be different! And obviously, Fred is still alive at this point. I say no more. Please review? I'm writing the next part now :P