"Fred," I said, "If you're going to fight, I'm going too."

"But, Angel." he said, "You can't."

"And WHY NOT!" I yelled, "I can do whatever I want to!"

"NO YOU CAN'T!" he yelled back.

"WHY NOT!" I screamed in his face, "I AM MY OWN PERSON, I CAN DO ANYHING I WANT!"

"YOU CAN'T BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU TO RISK YOUR LIFE JUST BECAUSE I AM!" he bellowed.

"DON'T YOU START BELLOWING AT ME!" I said, "YOU JUST WANT TO BE A HERO! WELL MAYBE I JUST WANT YOU TO NOT BE!"

"WELL, MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE A HERO!" he yelled, "MAYBE I JUST LOVE YOU!"

"WHAT?" I yelled, "YOU'RE LYING! YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE YOU'RE TAKING CARE OF ME, BUT YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO BE HEROIC!"

"No, Angel." he said, calmly, and much quieter. "I really love you."

"BUT!" I yelled, "Why would you love me..." I whispered.

"Because..." he said, "I have ever since I first saw you."

"So, you really love me?" I said.

"Yes." he said.

We sat together in silence, holding hands and my forehead resting on his, staring deeply into each other's eyes.

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" we heard Bill and Charlie yell at us. "LOOK AT THEM!"

"Their first lovers' spat is finally over!" Ron said.

"So they've finally admitted it?" Ginny said. "So what now? Are you two getting married?

The day before the big good vs. evil battle was planned for (and why was it PLANNED? who knows!) a girl arrives at the Burrow, insisting to see Fred.

"Who are you?" I said to her as I reached the front door.

"I'm Mahina. I need to see Fred immediately!" she said.

"How do you know Fred?" I asked, "You don't sound like you're from around here."

"I'm from Australia. But I NEED to talk to him now!" she said, "It's a matter of life or death for him!"

"So, in your crazy world, we're all a part of a best-selling book?" I asked.

"All except you, Angel." Mahina said, "Miss Rowling seems to have skipped over you."

"Ah, okay." I said, "So, Fred is going to get hit with the killing curse on the third floor?"

"Yes. It's all right here." she said, handing us a book called Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

"So, could we keep this copy?" Fred asked.

"Umm.. well... it's kind of the only copy I own, so..." she said.

"Fred'll pay you for it!" I said.

"WHAT!" Fred yelled.

"All I ask for payment is a picture with George." she said.

"We'll do you one better." I said, "You can go on a date with George, if everything goes well, that is."

"So, it seems that we'll have to make some sort of a replacement Fred." I said.

"You want to replace me?" he said, "That really hurts, Angel!"

"I mean, we'll have someone stand in for you, so YOU don't have to die!" I said.

"Ah, I've got it!" he said, "We'll give Peeves a Polyjuice Potion!"

"Good idea. Only, Polyjuice only works on humans." Mahina and I said, at the same time. We smiled at each other, then looked back to Fred and George.

"Well then!" Fred said. "How about you find someone willing to sacrifice themself for my sake, and we'll use Polyjuice on them!"

"Hey, what about Snape?" Mahina said, "He's totally not worthy of living."

"Well, it has to be voluntary, or it defeats the purpose." I said.

"Draco?" she asked.

"He'd scoff and run." I replied, "Such a coward."

"How about Percy?" she asked, "He seems like a nice person."

"But would he sacrifice himself?" I asked.

"Let's find out!" we said.