Chapter Twenty-Nine

Oliver hopped back to where Marcus and Percy were.

"What the hell happened to you?" Marcus inquired.

"Troll dropped on me. Perce, I forgot the healing charm. Can you do it for me?" Percy nodded his head, took out his wand and muttered the healing charm, which incantation I don't know. "Thanks." Oliver then ran back to where Skyler was.

"I see you're better," he said as he fought off a Death Eater.

"Uh huh," Oliver replied and helped him with a stunning spell. "Did you see Chris anywhere?"

"Last time I saw her, she was with Jake."

"And when was that?" Skyler shrugged.

"Ten minutes ago?"

"Where were they?"

"Over there," Skyler said and pointed off to where he saw them last. The two of them ran off to find them, looking around wildly.

"Oh, shit," Oliver muttered and dropped to his knees.

"He's breathing," Skyler said, indicating to the knocked-out Jacob on the dirty ground.

"Look for Chris for me. Bring her back here." Skyler nodded his head and sprinted away to find her.

"Oi, get away from her!" Skyler heard Ron shouting angrily. Skyler jumped over a fallen Death Eater, calling out Christina's name. Instead, he found Ron, Hermione and Bellatrix Lestrange. Ron was craddling Hermione in his arms and Lestrange was laughing out loud.

"NO!" Skyler spun around and saw Oliver sprinting away in the opposite direction. He dropped down to his knees frantically. "Perce..."

Percy Weasley lay dead with his wand in-hand, staring blankly at the night sky. Oliver grasped his friend's hand, letting his tears drop freely. Oliver turned around to see Rodolphus Lestrange with a manical smirk on his face to match his manical laughter.

"Is there something amusing, Lestrange?" Oliver asked quietly.

"Evidently... that is the second Weasel I've killed tonight."

"YOU BASTARD!" Oliver screamed and jumped at him. "THIS FAMILY DID NOTHING WRONG!" He punched at the older man until he was pried off by none other than Rabastan Lestrange. "LET GO OF ME!" Rodolphus stood up, holding his broken nose gingerly.

"Crucio!" he muttered. Oliver felt pain beyond anything he could imagine. He was trained for this, as a member of the Order, though he expierianced nothing like it before. It was much worse than Zabini's curse. He cried out in agony as Rabastan dropped him and he writhered on the grassy floor. The more he resisted, the more it hurt. As sudden as it started, it ceased.

"Avada Kedavra!" a familiar voice shouted. Oliver opened his watery eyes and saw Charlie Weasley with his wand out, standing over the body of Oliver's torturer. Charlie repeated the killing curse and slayed Rabastan as well. Emotionless, he held out his hand to Oliver.

"Char... Charlie... Percy... he..."

"I know, Oliver," Charlie said quietly. "Are you okay?"

"Do I... bloody look okay?" Oliver snapped, limping on his left leg. "He said... he... killed another Weasley..."

"Who?" Charlie demanded, glaring down at Rodolphus' body.

"I don't know... he just said... dear God... no... NO!" Charlie spun around in the direction Oliver started running. Sure enough, a bright red-headed boy was lying lifeless on the ground. George.

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Meanwhile, Christina was duelling against her father with the help of Harry and Ginny.

"Come, Christina, and this can all be over," Lucifer Riddle said calmly. Christina shook her head. "No more suffering." Again, she shook her head. She held onto Harry tightly, as if he were Oliver.

"Shut up, Lucifer," Harry said through clenched teeth.

"All I want is my- ARGH!" Ginny smirked triumphantly as Lucifer's face was covered in bats.

"Confundus!" Christina shouted. Her father went slightly dazed for a moment or two.

"Petrificus totalis!" Harry exclaimed. Lucifer went down.

"Imagine that," Ginny said, mildly amused. "One of the most talked wizards... just got beaten by a few teenagers."

"I still have to find Voldemort," Harry said, one-hundred-percent serious.

"They're all backing away, now," Christina said quietly. It was true. The remaining Death Eaters were slowly moving back into the forest. As soon as they were all gone, everyone met up in the center of the field. Seamus Finnigan was being carried by Dean Thomas. Susan Bones was being carried by Kingsley Shacklebolt. Zacharias Smith, by Arthur Weasley. Nymphadora Tonks, by Remus Lupin. Christina ran to Oliver, who ahd his arms extended in front of him and engulfed him in a hug.

"Are you okay?" he croaked weakly. Christina nodded.

"...Where's George..." Fred asked, worried. "WHERE THE FUCK IS GEORGE?" He ran back to the battlefield in search of his brother. Oliver watched as he let out a string of cusses and cries. Fred dropped down to his knees.

"Percy is dead, too," Oliver said to Christina quietly. "Marcus?" Marcus silently walked over to him. "Be right back, Chris," Oliver said and planted a gentle kiss against her forehead. He and Marcus made their way back to Fred, George and Percy. Oliver took George in his arms and Marcus took Percy. Fred walked quietly beside Oliver and his fallen brother.

"Where's Amos?" Skyler asked. He owed his life to his new-found uncle, since he threw a big boulder in the way of a killing curse headed straight to Skyler.

"Right here, boy," Amos Diggory said from beside Harry. Molly Weasley let out an extremely loud wail when she saw her two dead sons. Oliver placed George down on the ground beside Percy and hugged Mrs. Weasley. Bill placed his hand on Marcus' shoulder as Fred, Ginny, Ron and Charlie cried together. Dumbeldore and McGonagall stayed quiet, even though silent tears could be seen rolling down their cheeks. Oliver pulled back from Mrs. Weasley as she went to cry on her husband's shoulder. He walked back to Christina and hugged her tightly.

"He's gone... I can't believe it..." he whispered. Surprisingly, Snape stood up and conjured two blankets. He placed one over Percy and one over George. Luna Lovegood whimpered beside Harry as he pulled her closer to him. Oliver went back to where his cousin was still unconcious and brough him back, craddled in his arms. Ginny gasped when she saw him.

"Don't worry," Oliver said quietly. "He's not dead." After wiping his last tears, Harry cleared his throat.

"Goldstein?"

"Here." One by one, the memebers of the DA answered 'here' or 'present', sans Jacob, Seamus, Susan and Zacharias, who were all still knocked out.

"I think we should all go inside," Dumbledore said calmly. There were murmurs of agreement and the sad group went inside; Bill carrying Percy and Charlie carrying George.