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We're nearing the end, guys. This journey is almost over. I can't gurantee how long or short the chapters will be, just know that there are a few chapters left.

So, without further ado, here's the next chapter. Sit back and enjoy.

Love always,

Avoline

Fred stood next to his twin as they waited for the Death Eaters to attack. This was it. Voldemort was going down, and he was going to help as much as he could. He wanted a better world for his daughter, for Remus's son, for his future nieces, nephews, and grandchildren.

He also had to make sure to come back home to Ludivina and Jasmine.

His mind wandered to the last conversation he had with his wife before he left. She had begged him not to go, was so scared that he might not make it back alive. It broke his heart to leave her at the house in the emotional state she was in, but he had to go. He was part of the Order of the Phoenix, and if he could stop the reign of terror that threatened their world, then he would. There was the possibility that he would be killed, but that was a risk he was willing to take for Jasmine.

"Freddy, please," she sobbed, clinging to his jacket for dear life. "Don't go! I don't want to loose you!" He combed her ivory hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead.

"Baby, I have to," he soothed. "The Order needs as many people as they can get. There's only a few of us left."

"But I need you," she argued. He choked back the wave of tears. Her words were tearing him to bits.

"I know you do," he whispered. "Trust me, I know. But if I can help ensure a better world for Jasmine, then I will." He kissed her quivering lips. "Don't cry, Ludi. I'll come home alive, I promise."

"Hey, Gred," George piped up, nudging his brother with his elbow. "You nervous?" Fred nodded.

"Who wouldn't be," he answered softly. "Doesn't help that my baby girl is barely old enough to remember me." He bit his lip to hold back the emotions. He needed to focus. "Ludi's probably pacing the house by now."

"Probably," George agreed. "She loves you, Freddy. I don't blame her for being worried. I also don't blame you for coming to fight." Fred faced his twin and smiled.

"Remember when Ginny was a baby," he questioned.

"Yeah," George laughed. "Everyone called us her second dads." The duo fell silent, both remembering the years gone by. "Everyone always said that you would be and excellent father, and you've proven them all right." Their gazes met, and both had tears in their eyes. "I'm proud of you, Frederick."

"Thanks, Georgie," Fred choked out. A smile graced the other man's face.

"No problem, twin brother."

Fred threw a hex at an attacking Death Eater. They had been fighting for hours. He felt his body wearing down, and had to fight to keep going. At least he had Percy there with him, even though he had been separated from George a while ago. Harry had asked him to guard the entrance to the Room of Requirement, and he was going to help his friend in any way that he could.

"Hello, Minister," Percy exclaimed. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"

Fred stopped dead still and stared at his older brother. He couldn't believe his ears. Had Percy just told a joke? This had to be a dream, brought on by exhaustion.

"You're joking, Perce," he laughed. "You actually are joking... I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-"

A huge explosion shattered the wall next to them, and a man with firey red hair laid lifeless on the ground.