A/n: Alas, no one likes to take the time to review my story. Not that I'm upset; after all, I know that what I write isn't absolutely despised, right? Well, I decided to change the summary to make people more interested. I've learned now that the #1 perfect, without a doubt, foolproof way to get people to read a fic is to include shipping in the summary. Pathetic, I know, but if you look at a summary and read that they ship what you do, you're more inclined to read it. So yeah, this is the same story, just a new summary. Not that I could possibly be confusing anyone, because no one reviews so I can safely assume no one reads this. That means I can rant about whatever I want and not have to worry about it! Mwuahaha….

This chapter is especially for all those Harry/Ginny lovers, as well as those 'Snape's not really an evil bastard…he's just pretending' people. Oh yeah, and twins are here too! And Charlie! Weasleys abound, people! Rejoice!

CHAPTER TWO: The Good, the Bad, and the Snape

No one was moving in front of him, although gentle moans and whimpers could be heard.

Harry stumbled along the street. He couldn't rest until he knew.

He tripped over a body. He looked down to find Antonin Dolohov's arm sticking out of a pile of Death Eater bodies that had been thrown together unceremoniously. Severus Snape was rising to his feet, dusting himself off beside the pile of his former allies. The two made eye contact. Snape nodded curtly. Harry returned the gesture. Snape went off to help those injured. Harry continued on. Because, even now, Snape had to redeem himself to the light side. Because Harry had to know.

Harry had been searching the battles to find Voldemort. Left and right, Order members and Death Eaters were fighting, falling. He tried to help out as best he could, but he was on a mission.

He stumbled across a large battle, with at least a dozen Death Eaters and Order members fighting. He recognized immediately a young witch with fiery red hair.

Ginny Weasley's back was to him. She had just stricken down a Death Eater and was searching for her next victim.

Harry's breath left him when Antonin Dolohov stepped out of the crowd and stood a few feet from Ginny, smiling evilly at Harry all the while.

Ginny apparently noticed his presence and turned to look at him. She paled considerably but held her wand up to him all the same. However, he was already two steps ahead of her. Before Harry or Ginny could say anything, a lasso of fire erupted from his wand, and he lashed out at Ginny.

Ginny barely had time to register what was happening before the fire rope had grazed her hand. She let out a scream and dropped her wand, pulling her burnt hand into her chest.

"Ginny!"

Ginny turned scared eyes to Harry, who was desperately trying to get closer to her. Dolohov, however, would have none of that.

Ginny fell to her knees as the lasso wrapped around her waist. Three more lashes, three more screams. Harry was beside himself, white-hot fury coursing through his veins.

Harry lost count as the lasso struck her face and arms. No matter how fast he seemed to run, he could not get close enough to cast a spell at the maniac causing Ginny so much pain.

And then Harry saw it in his eyes; Dolohov lowered his lasso as Ginny gritted her teeth on the ground, clutching her arms into her chest. Dolohov called back the fire coming from his wand and then pointed it at Ginny.

Harry was pushing people aside, running, screaming for her. The deadly words formed on Dolohov's lips. Harry was cursing people out of the way, no matter friend or foe, to get to her side before he could finish the fatal spell.

"Avada-"

Ginny turned her petrified eyes to Harry, tears streaming from them.

"Harry! HARRY!"

"GINNY!" Harry wailed, the tears now starting to stream down his face as he continued to fight to get to her.

"Ke-"

Suddenly, Dolohov's eyes unfocused and he fell to the ground, dead. Ginny turned her streaming eyes to the man that stood behind the fallen Death Eater.

Severus Snape did not react as Harry finally made it over to Ginny. In fact, he didn't say anything as he returned to the battle, firing curses on his former Death Eater comrades.

Harry immediately pulled Ginny up and embraced her briefly, all the while gaping at Ginny's savior.

A streak of red met his bright green eyes. He almost cricked his neck to check- But it was only the twins, Fred and George Weasley. Both had sat up and were checking on their older brother Charlie, who was still unconscious. Warm relief spread through Harry as he continued to search. He had to know.

"Fred- your back!"

Fred turned around and immediately launched a hex at the Death Eater.

"Thanks George- to your right!"

George likewise turned to his right and fired a hex.

"Behind you-" both started at the same time, but they merely shrugged and aimed their wands over the other's shoulder and hit the targets behind the others back.

"Forget it," they said together again before grinning and returning to the battle.

"Oi! Fred- George!" a familiar voice called from the midst of the Death Eater barrage attacking the twins.

Both brothers turned to share a brief glance before trying to make their way over to where the familiar voice had called.

"Where are you?" Fred called to the mysterious voice as he aimed his wand at an oncoming Death Eater. "Expelliarmus!"

"By the- oh hell I don't know," the voice shouted out, followed by a grunt of pain.

Fred looked at George and both smiled slightly. They knew that voice.

"Charlie!" George called out, after blasting another enemy with a Tripping Jinx. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific-"

But just then his older brother appeared and ambled into Fred.

"Well hey Charlie, nice of you to drop in…" Fred started before helping him to quickly stand back up so he could continue the fight. "What happened?"

Charlie quickly regained his footing and turned to help out his twin brothers. "Sorry, Ginny and I were together earlier but we got separated- Incarcerous!"

"Separated? Stupefy! Where is she now? Tarantallegra!" George shouted.

"Left her- Impedimenta! – with Bill!"

Fred and George, satisfied with the explanation, continued dueling feverishly against the never-ending crowd of Death Eaters surrounding them with the help of Charlie. Well, at least until they heard an unearthly roar in the distance.

"What was-" George said, but in his moment of surprise he was struck in the shoulder by a spell and fell to his knees, clutching his shoulder.

"George- get up! C'mon, we need you!" Fred shouted, trying to cover all three of them with a Shield Charm so as to be able to help his twin up.

The charm wasn't set fast enough, as another spell was sent and hit Charlie in his back before it was protected. He shouted in pain and fell on all fours, his arms trembling slightly.

"Damn- c'mon Charlie- George- get up and let's go, I need help taking down these gits!" Fred was slightly panicky as he gestured to the Death Eaters outside of the now complete shield surrounding the three brothers.

George removed his hand from his shoulder and swore loudly. A hole was burnt in his shirt, and blood was oozing out of the large wound on his shoulder. Meanwhile, Charlie was loosing his battle to stay conscious as he slowly slumped to the ground, pain still etched on his face.

Another resounding roar was heard, and a blast caused a group of Death Eaters in the circle surrounding the three Weasleys to fly in the air and right in front of the shield. Fred and George turned their eyes quickly to find a huge monstrosity: a beast at least 16 feet tall, with massive arms and hands big enough to crush any of them. He had a startling huge face resembling a gray full moon, complete with a stubby and shapeless nose, lopsided mouth full of misshapen yellow teeth the size of half-bricks, and muddy greenish-brown eyes.

"Oh, God…" George murmured, looking slightly sick, and clutched his shoulder again as he tried to regain his footing.

"How the hell are we going to deal with that thing?" Fred asked, repressing a shudder as the great beast squinted its eyes and seemed to glare at the shield.

"Grawpy!" a familiar voice roared, "ATTACK!"

Fred looked down at his incapacitated brothers and paled considerably. He turned his eyes back to the monster.

"Oh, shit-"

But the appearance of a recognizable half-giant put most of Fred's fears to rest as Hagrid came crashing into the circle to join his brother in a complete onslaught on every Dark wizard in sight.

"Well hey there, Fred!" roared Hagrid as he knocked his huge fist into the face of a panic-stricken Death Eater. "Doin' all righ'?"

"I've been better, but still standing," Fred replied.

"Well I could really use yer help righ' now!" Hagrid yelled back.

Fred turned to look at George, who was still clutching his shoulder. "George-"

"Go," he interrupted quietly. "I'll look after Charlie."

Fred smiled as he dropped the shield. He then went on the offensive to aid Hagrid and 'Grawpy.'

A/n: Yay, chapter end! I'm so glad I decided to write this instead of my 2 composition papers due tomorrow. I'd insert something along the lines of what's more interesting, this or my papers, but my second paper is on Harry Potter, so it'd kind of defeat the purpose. I'm writing on how Rowling's series is prejudiced as children's literature, when it is just as much adult lit as kid-lit. Yeah, it's freaking long (like 12 pages), but there's a hell of a lot of canonical evidence I have to site, isn't there?

And if you are dissatisfied with the not really having a lot of Harry/Ginny-ness, don't worry, cause they are certainly coming back with a vengeance. If you read the prologue, oh, you'd know...And you'd also know what the next chapter's about: Battlemode!Neville and KillDraco!Hermione, gonna be sweet (and rather lengthy).

So yeah, have a good week people! PLEASE REVIEW, PLEASE! I'll give you a shout-out, or cookies, or chocolate, or marshmallow peeps! Whatever you want! Sigh...well, ciao for now!

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