So this is it. the end.

thank you to anyone who has read this story, pleas eleave me a reveiw to know what you thought.

good-bye for now

The school was different, so different. All the walls were new and clean and barely aged. But every now and then they would shift back, and once again all to be seen was the crumbling stone, the blood stained floor, and missing, something was missing. Why was something always missing?

The girl was so young, far too young to be fighting so many, but she wasn't fighting. why did she think she was fighting? That's all she thought about, too young, far too young; it was a mantra to her now.

She glided through the empty hallways, all the children gone already. So fast, everything happened so fast. The walls continued to shift, old then new, clean then dirty, white then red. The images were flashes, lights sparking with different colours before her eyes, the screams that echoed around the castle walls, the dust and the rubble, the relief, oh the relief.

That was what would hit her last, that moment of salvation, that heart warming relief that spread through her un-earthly body before it fell cold once more and she was plunged back into the dark. How she hated the dark. It was happening now, everything was shifting before her eyes, all happening so fast. The halls were empty and baron of life, then in a fraction of a second would be filled with the hurtling stampede, the screams and the pain, always the pain.

She looked at the floor, where it sat a few inches below where she hovered, how she wished for her feet to touch the ground. If she could do that, just that, maybe the clarity would return, maybe she could remember, maybe the shifting would cease. But for now she just stared, looking idly at the tears in her vest, the silver stains that shrouded her body, the hideous slashes in her non-existent skin. She saw the mark, the horrible mark, she hated it, but why did she hate it?

And then all of a sudden he was there, holding her, cradling her, and he was shaking her, and she was crying and so was he, the blood pooling around her like a morbid halo. She could hear him, the words that left his lips, the lips so familiar to her, if only she could remember him, if only she could understand him, maybe if she understood them, she could understand everything else. So cold, always so cold.

There was laughter and crying, rejoice and despair, how could two worlds so different, so contrasting collide. She could see exams, rows of students in rows of chairs, each scribbling away with seconds to spare, then it was a battle, the walls destroyed, the students replaced by bodies, bodies every where. And there he was again, holding her, but the pain was gone, relief in its place. She grasped at him, holding onto him as she screamed, why did she always scream?

The images resolved and she was in the hall again, the hall that was great, how could a hall be great? She glided down the aisle between the tables, she always wanted to walk down the aisle, and now she could, she smiled as she went, looking forward to something that wasn't there.

This wasn't right, this wasn't the aisle she wanted, it was wrong, all wrong. Why was everything wrong? Then she stopped, the images came again, just as fast as they always did. The blood, the battle, the war, each one slamming into her rotting mind. Then there was a girl, a girl so young, and girl who looked so familiar. They had spoken, only briefly, but they had spoken, and she had understood. Hermione, she looked like Hermione, but she wasn't Hermione, who was Hermione?

It was too much, everything was too much. She wanted it to end, why couldn't this end, everything had too end, why not this. Time, so little time, she had so little, no, she had so little time, her time was already up. Then why was she still here? Why was everything still here? Missing, something was missing.

A voice, she could hear a voice. It was low, not her voice, not a voice she recognised, but it was, and she knew the voice.

"Rose-marie" it called and she turned her eyes scanning from the height she was. Someone was coming. She dove behind a tapestry, shrouding herself in the fabric, if only she could feel it. "Rose-marie, are you in here?" there again, closer now. She dared a peek, her eyes catching the image. It was him, it was always him.

The flashes came again. Him in the snow, him by a tree, him in a lake, him wearing green, him holding her, him smiling, him crying, him, him, him.

"No!" she shouted, bursting through the tapestry at him, clutching her head. She flew through him and the flashes stopped. The world resolved, it was all so clear. Rose-marie, he had called for Rose-marie. She was Rose-marie. She turned slowly, looking at the boy who was no longer a boy. Age had been kind to his face, years of grief and longing barely visible. It made sense, everything made sense. She felt herself lower, something beneath her feet. She was standing, she was grounded, she understood. "Fred" she whispered, her eyes turning from grey to blue as he watched with astonishment written on his face.

Everything was clear, but she was not, she felt...distant. Her hair used to be brown, her vest red. "Why me?" she whispered again, and Fred ran to her, but he could not touch her, no one could touch her. She couldn't feel it, even as his skin brushed what used to be hers, she couldn't feel it. She felt herself dissolving once again, dissapearing.

"Rose-marie" he asked, his voice cracking up on the words "What happened to you"

"Missing" the girl replied, her hands rubbing together, her eyes never leaving the man, Fred, for in a second should she would forget him once again. She couldn't forget again. "Something's missing" he was crying, she knew she was crying too, but she felt nothing, not the liquid on her cheeks, or the touch of his hand against hers. "I'm lost without it, so lost" she cried then, and he moved towards her, never touching, only observing.

"I brought you something, Rosie" He said. She looked at him, Rosie, how she loved that word, the way it sounded. It was music to her ears, how she used to love music.

"I always liked when you called me Rosie" she said with a sad smile, the same sad smile. Fred's heart was breaking, ripping and tearing before shattering, all the pieces falling by his feet. Her last words, why her last words, she could say anything, adn she chose that. What had happened to her? She was there, he could see her, but she was so far away, too far lost for even magic to save.

He held out the chain towards her, the chain he had never removed. She looked at it, observing it like a dog would a cat, cautious yet curious. She stepped forward her hand reaching for the simple silver band, the grey turning to white. Fred reached too and he felt, he truly felt her skin brush his, too cold, far too cold, even for Rose-marie, but he could feel her.

The colour was spreading and before long she was in his arms, her wounds bleeding on his shirt, but she didn't look faint, nor in pain, she just smiled.

"I came back" she whispered and he smiled, a sad, grief stricken smile, and his kissed her, long and softly, before she could see the tears falling down his face. They pulled apart too quickly for Fred's liking, but he knew it was all too good to be true "I came back" Rose-marie whispered, clutching the ring in her hand. "I came back" and she continued to repeat those three words, attempting to slip the ring onto her nonexistent finger. The metal fell through as she turned grey once more, but Rose-marie stared at her hand in awe, as though the ring has slotted on her finger, the way it was supposed to be.

"You can be at peace now, Rosie" Fred said through his tears, watching as the ghost of the girl he loved stood opposite him, staring at her hand like it was the most amazing thing in existence. "You found what's missing, you're free" she looked up at him then, the smile so familiar on that face that I wrenched Fred's heart even more.

"Oh, Fred" she said and she stood right in front of him again. She reached a hand up to caress his cheek, her touch like icy water on his skin, but it was still there, almost. "It's not the ring that was missing" she said, her voice back to normal, she sounded like Rose-marie, not the deranged and confused ghost Fred had seen when he arrived. "It was you. I can't find my peace until you find yours" she began to fade then, her grey skin turning clearer by the second.

"You're fading!" Fred exclaimed, pointing towards her as she moved backward away from him. She smiled at him, a sweet, understanding smile.

"This is my life now, Freddie" she said as her legs and arms continued to fade. "I relive all of our moments, every one of them, including this one, searching for whats lost, until you find your peace"

"So this isn't goodbye forever?" Fred asked, his voice pleading and heartbreakingly sorrowful "You're coming back"

"You couldn't get rid of me if you tried" she laughed as she faded completely, her body vanishing from sight, leaving Fred alone in the empty Great hall, alone where she died. He'd lost too much to this school, His love, his brother, his own sanity.

No more, today Fred would walk out of this school, not having lost anything else, and when his time came he would return, but only then, embracing his fate with his arms opened wide, but that day wasn't this day. He left the great hall then, snagging the ring from the floor on his way out, slipping the chain back over his head, letting the cool metal sit against the warm skin of his throat once more.

And so the cycle began once more, the lost girl would relive her moments, each and every one, never knowing what time had gone by, spending everyday waiting for her Prince to return. And the children who learnt of magic and spells and magical creatures would watch her.

Some would call her mad, other would think she was nothing but the select few would know, they would learn of her story and they would respect her, they would watch, awestruck as she lay in the great hall, her own blood pooling around her, and they would understand her turmoil. They all knew what she was waiting for was worth relieving a thousand traumas.

And as Fred watched his family grow, watched Hermione and Draco find their peace with one another, watched the love and the drama, the good times and the bad times, he realised that he had that no one else did. Fred Weasley knew where he was going.

He had no reason to fear death, to the fear the oblivion that was the great unknown. He knew what it was that waited for him at the other side, and he would embrace it with open arms when the time came, but until then he would live, he would live the years that were taken from her, he would live them to the fullest. For Fred Weasley knew, he truly understood the power that came when you loved what was lost.

so thats the end.

i hope you enjoyed it, I'm a little sceptical myself.

im thinking of writting a short story of what happened to Hermiione and Draco... let me know if you'd like that.

Please reveiw!