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There is Character Death in this chapter, if you don't like it, don't read it. But nothing too gory, I assure you.


When he first noticed her, they were in an OWL Charms lesson.

She was fiddling with a lock of her dark brown hair, listening intently to Professor Flitwick, and as soon as he asked a question, her hand shot into the air.

He knew then that she was a Ravenclaw. When he asked Lee who she was, he got a reply immediately.

Stella Oakley. She's a Ravenclaw Prefect.

God. He fancied a Prefect? He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't help staring at her whenever they had lessons together, he couldn't stop himself trying to find her at the Ravenclaw table at the beginning of the day.

He knew she wouldn't come easily, but she would be his. She would be. He tried to get her attention, but she ignored him. He tried asking her out in front of everyone, but she said no. He tried following her around everywhere, but she slapped him.

'Stella?'

'What now, Weasley?' She said his name with nearly as much contempt as a Malfoy.

'Will you go to the ball with me?' He knew what her answer would be before he asked, but it still hurt when she just looked at him coldly.

'What do you think?'

'Is that a yes?'

'No, it is not! God, Weasley, don't you ever get tired of it?'

'Tired of what?'

'Following me around, pretending you like me?'

'Pretending? All this time, you think I've been pretending? Of course I like you, Stella. Scratch that, I love you!'

'You – you what?'

'I love you!' He said it bolder this time; he'd seen something that wasn't hatred flicker in her eyes, and it gave him courage.

'Really?' she asked, wishing she could believe him.

'Really.' And then he grabbed her and kissed her. She didn't push him away; in fact, she pulled him closer.

They were standing outside the Charms classroom.


He was running down the Charms corridor, sprinting towards her voice.

'Fred!' It was the most terrible scream he had ever heard.

'Hah! Come to save the Mudblood, Weasley?' It was Dolohov. His twisted face was jeering, as he raised his wand.

'Crucio!'

Stella was writhing on the ground, she was screaming his name, and he couldn't do anything. Dolohov had Silenced him; any spell he uttered was useless.

The Death Eater lifted the curse for a few seconds, and she crawled, spitting blood out of her mouth, towards her wand. Before she reached it, however, he had sent a jet of purple flame at her, and Fred watched in horror as the blood began to pour from her body. She curled up on the ground as Dolohov cackled, and he ran towards her.

He picked her up and winced as her blood stained his robes. She was in so much pain. He fell to his knees, as she lay in his arms. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and she whispered, painfully slowly,

'Fred... I...love...you...'

He couldn't speak, and as their lips met, he tried to put his love into the kiss, he was pouring everything he had into her, willing her lips to stay warm and moving and alive against his own. But they didn't; he felt them stop, and he felt her hands become limp around his neck. He opened his eyes, and her beautiful chocolate ones were glassy, and he knew they didn't see him.

Stella Oakley died in his arms, in the Charms classroom where they first met.


Hope you liked it! I'm not against Fred/Angelina, or anything, but I wanted to do a more light-hearted George/Angelina for the next chapter, unhindered by an F/A relationship. I am thinking about a full-length Fred/Stella story... what do you think? Just hit that review button down there... you know you want to!