My heart constricted as I read the name on the door. Torry and Lux stepped past, me joining the rest of the children on the stairs, but I stayed, unable to move away from the door.

Sirius Black

Tears filled my eyes and I couldn't read the words anymore as I felt a pain stir in my heart. I thought about them every day, all the people we had loved and lost during the war. There were so many of them it was almost hard to keep track of, but I could tell you the name of each of them, and tell you how they had died. We all could, they had been our friends, I'd watched a lot of them grow up, they had been my friends, my mentors, my heroes.

I brought my hand up to my face and rubbed the tears off my cheek roughly. I didn't have time to stand here, crying, I had to fix the children lunch. We had to catch Umbridge… I turned from the door and almost fell to my knees as an image so vivid, it almost felt real, flashed before my eyes. I was back in Hogwarts on that awful day, I was running down the hallway, avoiding flashes of light that were being thrown all around me.

I ran through a corridor, towards the secret passages. I realized where I was in a moment, and I felt a terrible grip of fear as I realized that this was the moment where I had seen Fred nearly die. I couldn't watch that again, it had nearly done me in the first time. It still occupied my very worst memories. My body was running forward, and I couldn't stop it, I couldn't change my memory in the least bit, but I couldn't get away from it either.

I felt the same fear I had felt then, the terror and panic of the battle along with the ache that had seized me because I had lost track of both Ron and Harry. I knew that Fred and George were defending the passages, and Smarmy's corridor was the one I was nearest.

A blinding flash of green light blew past me, so close that it singed my hair, making me scream as I slammed into the nearest wall. I shot a spell at Dolhov right as I heard two painfully familiar voices.

"Did I mention I'm resigning minister?" Percy's light voice drifted over to me from somewhere around the corner. My eyes filled with tears as I shot another spell at Dolohov, ridding him of his mask. I ran around the corner, already knowing what I would find, and wanting more than anything to lunge forward and grab him away before he could be harmed.

Fred and Percy were in front of me, defending a pile of rubble that had been a passage way at one time. Fred was laughing in delight at Percy's comment and the sound I loved so much made my heart ache.

"You're joking, Perce!" He shouted. A voiceless scream raised to my lips as my traitorous body turned away from him and towards the wall. I started to duel Dolohov once again. I felt the same gratefulness to have found some friends, and the same desperation to make sure that Dolohov didn't get any of them.

"You actually are joking, Perce… I don't think I've ever heard you joke since you were-" The air behind me exploded and both Dolohov and I were sent sprawling forward. I took a deep gasp of the now dust infused air and my heart clutched in horror as I rose. It had happened again, I was relieving the terrible memory and I couldn't stop it.

Someone was shouting in the hall, I couldn't see who through all the dust.

"Fred! No!" the same two words that were so familiar from my memories and nightmares echoed in the corridor, making my heart clench as I ran forward.

"Fred!" I cried, whipping my wand back in anger and pain I threw a curse at Dolohov with more rage and power than I ever had. He flew backwards at the impact, unconscious before he even hit the wall. I didn't pause to wait though, I was already headed towards Fred. He was lying crumbled on the ground, rocks and rubble lying all about him. His body was broken and he was bleeding profusely from several spots and his eyes were growing cloudy. Tears poured down my eyes as I reached him, I ran quicker than I ever had before, screaming his name out as I neared them.

Percy was sitting beside him, desperately crying out his name as he moved rocks away from his body. I slid down next to him and grasped Fred's wrist, frantically searching for a pulse knowing I would find one. Ron appeared beside me grasping at Fred and crying over his brother's broken body. I gripped his wrist more tightly, I couldn't find it. Why wasn't it there? I had found his pulse in my memory, I had saved him with the spell.

I didn't feel anything, there was no pulse beneath my fingers. An ache rose in my stomach and tears spilled out of my eyes, flowing down my cheeks as I clutched his hand more tightly. There was nothing there, no pulse, not even a faint one!

"Fred!" I cried, bending down and grabbing his body. I couldn't lose him, he was my life, more than my other half, he was part of me, I'd lose myself if he died now. His brothers were weeping in my ears and I was rocking his body to my chest as I heard someone in the distance give a howl of misery that haunted my nightmares. I lifted my eyes from Fred's and saw George running towards us. His eyes were blazing and his face was contorted in a pain that I had never before, or after, seen on his face. He was breathing so heavily that it looked as though each breath was silent sob. He was screaming for his brother as he ran towards us, his voice cutting through me like a knife, each word cutting my already broken heart more and more. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. I was supposed to save him, I had to save him!

"Ago Redimio." I whispered, my heart clenching as I held his body. Nothing happened, I didn't feel the tug in my chest or see the bright light. My world wasn't spinning and I was fainting-it wasn't working. Fred was still dying, and I wasn't saving him.

"Fred!" I sobbed, unable to see anymore through the tears that were pouring down my face. I had lost him, he was dead, I was alone and I was never going to be the same. I was holding my soul mate in my arms, and he was never going to hold me back. He was never going to make me laugh or try and prank me, or make me stop studying to go for a flight. He'd never blow up the house with an experiment, and then beg me to forgive him when I got mad. I'd never see his smile or hear his laugh, he was dead, and he'd taken a large part of me with him.

I closed my eyes, unable to bear the hell my life had just become. I was trapped in this reality, alone and without my family. My children were no more and the one and only love of my life was lying dead in my arms.

-oOOo-

Fred's view point

-oOOo-

I was stocking the skiving snackboxes when I suddenly felt a little well of sorrow from Hermione. I hesitated, holding the box aloft as I tried to talk to her. I ran into a block, one I'd never felt before. She'd promised me a long time ago that she would never block me out again. She'd done it before, and it had really scared me.

I tried to connect to her again and I was once again blocked.

"George?" I called, dropping the box and walking toward the register he was working at. He looked up at me when I called and tilted his head.

"Yeah?"

"Have you heard anything from the others?" I asked, my voice was tight and I sounded really worried, but I couldn't fix it. I was worried, and 'Mione was getting more upset by the moment.

"No, why?" He asked, shutting the register and stepping around the counter towards me. "Can't you just talk to 'Mione?"

"I can't reach her." I said quickly, my panic rising. She was really upset now. I opened my mouth to speak again when I lost all contact from her, it was like she had disappeared, I was completely alone. I fell to my knees in shock and couldn't stop the tears that filled my eyes. I hadn't been this alone since the battle. I'd always had her there, always had her comfort.

"Hermione!" I gasped, my voice breaking on the word.

"What? What's going on? What's wrong, Fred? Fred?" George was shaking me but I couldn't hear him, I was lost. He stood back up, letting me go as he ran to get some product, I took a deep breath and gripped my wand. I focused on Hermione and twisted into the air, apparating to where she would be.

I landed in Grimmauld place, right outside Sirius's old room, and I found my wife lying on the floor, curled up in a fetal position as she wept. I dropped to my knees instantly, grabbing her to my chest as I attempted to reconnect our bond. It wasn't there, it was like something was blocking her from me. I'd have to try a different method to get to her.

I grasped my wand more tightly and aimed it at her temple, pulling her to my lap and brushing the hair from her face before I spoke the simple spell George and I had mastered in our school days.

"Legilmans." I felt the barriers of her mind, but I broke them down, knowing exactly how to attack it. A heartbeat later I was seeing what she was seeing, and I couldn't have been more surprised.

I recognized the setting instantly, it was Hogwarts, Smarmy's corridor. It looked like the battle of Hogwarts, and judging by the rubble of wall, I had just been hit. Something wasn't right though, instead of both Hermione and me being taken to the hospital wing, she was weeping over my body as the others tried to drag her away.

What the hell?

I didn't linger to think about it, I ran forward, my eyes locked on her. I slid in next to her, grabbing her arms and pulling her away from my dead body (that was weird image) and into my chest. She kept crying, completely unaware of who I was.

"George!" She wept, her voice utterly broken and almost unrecognizable in it's sorrow. It wasn't my Hermione's voice.

"No, Love." I told her, lifting her chin up as I held onto her. "It's me, Fred."

"Dead!" she gasped, trying to break out of my hold.

"No, look at me, I've got both my ears." I told her, trying to lift her head to look at me. "I've got the scars from the wall too."

"But, I thought, no, how?" She stuttered, growing still, her eyes widening as she looked at me.

"I don't know what this is, but it's not real, love, it's not real. I'm not dead, you saved me. We're bonded, remember?"

"Of course, but-"

"No, this isn't real. You and I are the only real things here." I told her, gripping her to my chest again and smoothing her hair as I held her tightly to me.

She nodded her head slowly, and with that simple motion the world around us melted. I opened my eyes again and I was back in Grimmauld place. Hermione was in my arms and I realized with a jolt that I could hear and feel her again. We were back to normal.

Now what had just happened?

A/N: This is a special request from Mountain girl. It takes place in chapter four of 'Legends.' It's Au, what would have happened if Fred had come to save her, or if she hadn't gone downstairs. Hope you all enjoy, next up is a special request from Bellaroe. I hope you all enjoy it, don't forget to review and leave me ideas.