So I started a story called "Collage" featuring the romance of Fred and Rian, my OC, and their lives together. However, I wrote the beginning, the end, and random things in the middle. I want to finish it one day but majoring in dance and neuroscience as an undergrad doesn't leave you much time. However, I really like the ending, and just wanted to share it. It's sort of abstract, because it has a 200 page backstory hidden on my hard drive, but hopefully it'll still be enjoyable. I'd appreciate any feedback, if you feel like giving it, and maybe check out the first few chapters of "Collage" that are uploaded. I've divided the ending into four chapters, so it's easier to read. Enjoy!

I do not own any of Harry Potter, and I only own the character Rian. Everything else, fortunately, belongs to Ms. J.K. Rowling.

RPOV

I searched the throng of Weasleys, but didn't see his form. Mrs. Weasley was running toward me, and she enveloped me in a hug, checking me for injuries, tears in her eyes.

"Mrs. Weasley…what…"

"Are you alright dear? Nearly everyone's accounted for…did you lose Fred? We can't seem to find him anywhere…"

"He…he's not here?" I asked, my lips numb. "We split up at the beginning...I saw him a bit ago..."

And then I saw Percy stumbling through the entrance, a limp figure with shocking red hair to match his own in his arms. And I just knew.

A feeling of shock hit my body at once; I grew very cold, and immediately a rush of heat covered me as I swayed, my head spinning. The whole world seemed to topple over as Percy reverently lay his beautiful, limp body down on the ground in front of his family. Mrs. Weasley collapsed on top of her son's stomach, sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn't stand it; the pain and confusion. I fell, and my palms slammed into the ground reflexively to catch myself. My heart itself was screaming, trying to tear itself out of my chest, trying to find some form of relief. Each blood vessel was pulsing, ready to burst; every inch of skin stinging and bruised; everything the exact opposite of what it should be.

No, no, no, no, no! This wasn't happening.

I crawled again toward his body. His body. That couldn't be just a body. That was still Fred, it was still my Fred. He was still there, he had to be. Because I couldn't lose him, not now. Not now, when our kids were on the way, when we were just married, when I loved him more than anything, when I needed him more than air. I stared down at my love, and felt an earth-altering pain as I looked into his dark brown eyes; eyes that were always filled with whatever emotion he'd been feeling. Now…now they were blank. Unreadable. Fred was unreadable. He had to be unreadable because he couldn't be…he just couldn't be. It was just another prank, and I just had to solve the puzzle.

The pain coursing through me was much, much deeper than physical, on a level I never even knew existed. I groped for Fred's hand, and found it, clutching it to my chest with both hands. Disbelieving, I murmured his name like somehow, maybe, there was a way he could hear me. The familiar formation of his name on my lips comforted me and I could swear I saw his eyes flicker once or twice, enough to give me hope to continue. I pressed my mouth to his knuckles. The gray dust rubbed onto my lips, and I could feel the gritty texture as they closed.

"Fred," I murmured, lips quivering, as I cupped his face in my hand, tears dripping onto his unanimated face, knowing deep down that it was never going to be filled with life again. I clutched his hand, nearly crushing it. He hated that, he would have woken up for that. "Fred, love, c'mon. W-wake up. Pl-please Fr-Fred."

"Rian?" asked Fred, but not from below me. My head shot up, but it was only George, running across the room, only seeing me. He didn't yet know.

"Fred, wake up," I repeated obstinately, my voice cracking on every word, tears flowing faster. "Look, George is on his way over here. Come on, Fred."

"Fred?" George's soft voice came from behind me. He knelt down next to me, and grabbed his brother's shoulders, staring in confusion. He pressed his fingers roughly against Fred's neck, searching for a pulse, then bent over, listening for a breath. George started to shake him. Droplets of blood hit the stone floor and I saw a gaping, misshapen hole in the back of Fred's head. I reached toward it, to protect it from hitting the ground as George lowered him down. When I brought my hand back, it was completely covered in his blood, as well as bits of white. I wasn't sure exactly what it meant, but I knew it was very, very bad.

"George," I whispered, showing him my hand.

George blanched, his face turning grey, and then shook his head. "Fred, wake up. Wake up, Fred! Stop joking, this isn't funny, not funny at all!" said George, an almost angry look on his face. His despair nearly made me hopeful; I was ready for Fred's eyes to open at any minute, a grin on his face. And I felt the crashing despondency again, as George continued to shake him, and nothing happened. I pressed Fred's still warm hand to my face, closing my eyes. I knew the rest of his family was closing in on us, I knew because of the light and the tears that hit the stone floor, sounding like bullets. But it didn't feel real. Everything outside of George, Fred, and I...everything else felt like a shadow world, not worth noticing. Or maybe we three were the shadow world.

"Rian," said George quietly and suddenly, slowly lowering his brother's body back down and sitting back on his heels, one shaking hand still on his brother's head.

"No," I said brokenly, staring at him. "N-no."

The note of finality in George's voice, accompanied with the static tone, was enough to make me fall back. George cried silently at Fred's head.

"Fred. Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred," I sobbed. I wanted to rip my hair out, wanted to pull each brick out of the ground. I wanted to die. I saw the cold, flat look in Fred's eyes and my heart contracted and another spasm of pain filled me. The cool air seemed suddenly suffocating and I moaned quietly as another wave of disbelief and anguish swept over me. I felt nothing but internal destruction.

It was like a violation of nature, him…leaving. Fred was vivacious in the most literal sense of the word-he breathed life into everything around him. It was akin to the end of something like sound. Or sun. Or air. I couldn't imagine a world without those, just as I couldn't imagine a world without Fred. I buried my head in my hands, my palms making imprints on my eyelids. My tears slid down my hands and the rest of the world was so silent to me that I could hear them hit the ground. Each drop was like a mantra; gone...gone...he's gone...gone...gone...There had to be something I could do. Just because no one had ever figured it out before didn't mean that I couldn't. His face was still warm, his soft brown eyes looking forever upward. I closed my eyes and replaced his body with a living Fred. Injured maybe, or simply sleeping. Opening my eyes took a lifetime of effort, an effort that went unrewarded. Fred was still gone.

I wasn't aware of ever getting up, or leaving the Great Hall, but a change in the light made me realize that I was standing back on the grounds, near the entrance. Charlie had his arm under my shoulders, supporting me, and I saw his face streaked with tears. I turned my head a bit to the left and saw George supported the same way by Bill. And George looked…terribly old. He was crumpled and looked like the entire weight of the world was on his back. Why should George have to lose his twin, the person who knew him best, after they'd been inseparable since birth? Why should I have to lose my soul mate? Why should I lose him after only a few short years? Why should the Weasley family lose their incredible son and brother? Why was this allowed? I wanted Fred to be a father more than I wanted to be a mother. I wanted to grow old with Fred. I wanted to have grooves in old fingers from our wedding rings; the image of Fred with a pure white beard from our sixth year was stuck in my mind. Fred would never be old enough to have a beard, never see his children, never kiss me goodnight again, never joke with his brother again.

Yet another sob caught in my chest and I pulled out of Charlie's grip and stumbled toward George. Ignoring Bill, I threw my arms around George, and he unsteadily held me. He wasn't holding me to help me, like Charlie had been, he was holding onto me for dear life, because neither of us knew what else to do. And our own pain and grief seeped into each other as he leaned his face against my head and I leaned against his chest, and we both sobbed uncontrollably at the injustice in the world.

It didn't matter that Voldemort had won; that Harry was dead in Hagrid's arms in front of us. Nothing mattered anymore, except that Fred wasn't coming back; that we'd have to live the rest of our lives without Fred. Suddenly we were severely pulled apart by Charlie.

"What are you doing?" I asked tearfully. George was blinking at something in the distance. Charlie was saying something to me but I wasn't listening, instead looking at George, who spun around suddenly.

"Harry's alive," said George fiercely. I glanced around, and sure enough Harry was now active, leading the battle.

"He's alive," I said slowly. He was alive, and even though Fred was...even though Fred wasn't here, there was still a chance. I'd be damned if I let a single Death Eater live. I looked around me, awakened with a primal anger and found people locking into battle. This time however, we seemed to have the upper hand. Our loss and struggle all seemed to awaken a fight in us that we hadn't had previously. I found the nearest Death Eater.

"Avada Kedavra!" I screamed at him, and was surprised to see him fall to the ground. I felt a terrible satisfaction with his death as I looked around. Despite the satisfaction, every heartbeat was a stinging pain; each cycle of blood throughout my body increased the circulation of a deadly and painful poison. Each moment of satisfaction was wrought with a sobering anger. My blood was dripping into my eyes, and I wouldn't have noticed, except that I could hardly see.