A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N2: Fred and George at the final battle AU
The flashes of spells filled the air like some insane fireworks display.
George made a slight note of this chaos before shooting off a spell of his own. Maybe after all this was over he and Fred could make a fight mix of their fireworks or something.
He heard his mother yell something and turned his head. He'd have to get used to being only able to hear from his one ear. His mind started wandering about making a new one with some upgrades.
"Not the time or place," he muttered shielding himself from a stray hex. He unarmed another death eater and wondered just how much longer they could hold out.
Was it even possible to win this battle. A flash of a smile across the room filled his heart with hope. Angelina. If they won this he was going to ask her out finally.
The shouting was lessening. Looking around he could see more of the order standing than the death eaters. Fred was near a wall. George watched as it started to crumble.
"Fred!" he shouted. His brother turned and ran his direction just seconds before the wall would have crushed him.
"What?"
"Saved you," George stated nodding to the pile of rubble on the ground. Fred's face paled realizing how close he'd come to death.
