Okey dokey! Here's another one! WARNING: May or may not be AU, but was never specified.
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*~ The Unofficial and Unheard Soundtrack ~*

*~ Fences ~ Paramore ~*


She expected to see happiness, not pain.

The sun was just rising, and she was so excited to spread the news that she didn't care if they were awake or not, even if she had to drag them out of their beds and funnel breakfast down their throats and splash coffee in their faces just to get them coherent.

In a way, they were nearly asleep.

It's odd how much life can change in only a matter of minutes -- seconds, even. She learned that the hard way, from personal experience. More than once, and more than once is twice, and twice is too many times already.

The very hard way.

The first thing she saw after the suffocating darkness passed chilled her blood: the Dark Mark. But it couldn't have happened yet; the windows rattled with bursts of multicolored light, and varied shouts were heard through the walls. They could have been backups, avenging them. They could've been, and she hoped it wasn't.

Drawing her wand, she peered through where the kicked-down door usually stood and was met with a terrifying sight.

There were six standing figures, as near as she could tell, and there was a heap piled in one corner -- a dead body. She saw no flash of brightness there, though, and she willed herself to focus on the upright fighters' faces. She felt her mouth curl into an involountary sneer as she recognized the majority as Death Eaters. There was Bellatrix Lestrange, cackling with mirth as she tossed jets of color out of her wand, alongside her husband, Rodolphus; there was Rodolphus's brother, Rabastan; finally, there was the twisted, cruel face of Antonin Dolohov, who she hated with a passion on account of the devastating way he murdered.

Things only got worse from there, and yet she couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. Fabian and Gideon were dueling their fiercest, sweat beating their foreheads under their flaming red hairline. Fabian had a nasty-looking green gash across his face, and Gideon was bleeding freely from a recent cut deep in his forearm; his shirt sleeve was turning red. There were plenty of other injuries in various places as well. Though they moved with energy, she could see their bright-blue eyes aching with tiredness; they had to have been battling all night. Soon enough, the back of her mind knew, they would slip up and . . .

The Death Eaters must have been confident they would have no resistence, because there was no reason for them to send up the Dark Mark so early. Of course they wouldn't give in, just like that. She knew them well enough that if they were going, they were going to go down fighting.

It was just her luck that she would get spotted, by Dolohov no less. "Get out of here! Go!" he shouted to his cohorts. "I can take them!"

And before she was able to do anything, Dolohov snarled, "Punctio!" and made a wild slashing motion with his wand over Fabian and Gideon. There was a flash of violet light, in which the two men crumpled to the ground in motionless scarlet heaps and Dolohov vanished.

Without even thinking, she knelt down beside them with tears in her eyes.

"F-Fabian? G-G-Gideon? You're going to b-be okay, right?"

Gideon tried to smile, and winced; he was breathing heavily, and his chest was soaked with blood, a vicious slash across it.

"Don't think so," he croaked. "There's nothing you can do."

"I can g-get you to St. Mungo's. . . . Y-You'll be al-alright. . . . Y-You're not d-d-dying. . . . " she insisted, more to herself than to anyone else. But why didn't they stop playing? This was low, even for them. But there was the Dark Mark, and Death Eaters . . .

Fabian grimaced painfully. "Yes we are. St. Mungo's won't help. Say good-bye to everyone for us. Tell Arthur to take care of our baby sister and our nephews. Or niece?"

They both looked at her questioningly. There was a moment of silence aside from their ragged breaths.

"Twin boys," whispered Molly Weasley, horrified this was how it was going down.

The joy in her brothers' eyes was unmasked even by the pain.

"You'd better name them after us, Molls," Fabian told her, as sternly as he could manage.

"Yeah," agreed Gideon. He looked worse than his twin: His face was white as a sheet, and blood was pouring down over his sides, like some sort of crude red waterfall.

"B-But I won't h-have t-to," she protested.

"Make sure they're troublemakers, just like their uncles," said Fabian.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat, staring at her older brothers as their breathing became shallower and their heart rates slower. "Middle names," she allowed.

It was the last thing they heard.

She saw the light leave their eyes, reflecting a beautiful, blazing, gold, orange, and red sunrise they would never see again.


Yeah . . . depressing, and probably not how it went down, but w/e. I thought it would be a nice twist. Oh, and just FYI, I'll try to get up at least one chapter a day, but it might be hard, as I have limited computer access. But don't worry, I have a whole bunch written as I type, just waiting to be published during my FOUR DAY WEEKEND! PWNAGE! R&R, if you please!

~ XAPY-TZINY-IIOEINTON-NOAT ~ =D