Flip a Coin, call it out. Heads or Tails?

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For all the amazing comments I'm SO sorry I haven't updated this in a million years. I have no excuse.

Also, it's been a while since I have read the last book, I'm sorry if things don't line up. I'll probably end up re-writing this one later on.

"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."

—Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

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The electricity jolted through his body and Fred gasped for air like a fish. His eyes wide as he coughing up blood.

"What…. what…"

"There is no way in hell you are dying before me" Rose hissed putting a hand over his face. He took it eyes wide panting still trying to take in what was going on around him. Gently, with the help of Percy she helped Fred up escaping down to the infirmary.

Helen met them at the door helping Fred onto a chair as Rose explained what happened.

"It worked…" the older girl said more to herself than her cousin.

"What do you mean it worked!" Rose shot, the thought of it not working made her heart freeze over. The possibility. "You said it would!"

"I said it might…" Helen said checking the boy's eyes and pulse, "we're going to have to check him for brain damage and…"

An unearthly scream cut her off. Everyone turned to see Liam bursting into the room, a bloody Clara in his arms. Behind them, Alfie let out a few more curses at someone who was obviously following them.

"Help her!" Liam yelled, "It was a werewolf."

Both Helen and Pomfrey rushed to his side helping set the screaming sobbing girl onto a table. Her blonde hair was matted with blood and her hands were gripping Liem so tightly she was going to leave a bruise.

"My legs, I can't feel my legs!" Clara screamed as Helen pulling her bag with her muttering something to Pomfrey was nodding.

Rose watched as if the world around her was spinning, turning to Alfie, as if in a daze. What was happening? Where was she? When was she going to wake up from this nightmare?

"What… happened?" she choked out, her brother turned to her. His eyes wide and hollow.

"She…" it was all he could get out before he bent over and threw up all over Rose's feet. Rose knelt down rubbing her brother's back as he tried to right himself. His body rocking with sick and sobs.

"There… It got a Ravenclaw, Clara was trying to help him get out…" Alfie mumbled, "There was so much blood."

"Liam," Helen said, voice was sharp as her brother turned storming toward the door, wand in hand.

"Liam wait!" Rose echoing Helens as she tried to help her brother who was gagging on the floor. Hand reached out as if she could grab the other boy and pull him back to safety.

Her cousin paused for a moment turning to look at her. His look was so fierce it frightened Rose. For the first time in her life Rose felt scared of him and remembered how powerful he had become, "They can't get away with this" He hissed venom in his voice that made her blood run cold, "I'm going to kill them all."

From behind her, Rose could hear Clara's sobs as Helen quickly tried to stop the bleeding on her legs.

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That first year after the Death of Voldemort was one of the worst years in Rose's life. So many deaths lay in their wake. It was as if every day there was another Oh you remember that one boy? That one mother? That teacher? It was the same conversation over and over with a different name.

Rose tried to block it out, the pain and guilt was something she just couldn't handle. She knew she was selfish as she focused on helping Fred recop. Coming early every day to the Weasley home leaving late at night. Some days just getting him up to eat and talk was a pure victory while other days just being able to hold his hand and know he was right there was all she needed.

Survivors guilt, that's what Helen had called it. But Rose would just brush her off as she kept busy after all it wasn't just Fred that needed help rehabilitating. Clara had lost her legs and some days Abigail's memories were so bad she couldn't even remember her own name.

And there were others, scars that weren't as visible. Alfie was never the same after that day. His happy songs turned to tragic ones. Using his music was a way to express himself. He became a famous singer and turned the world. He was never able to look at Clara the same way again. Blaming himself for what happened.

Liam became a Marksman like their Uncle Nolan. He married Carrie a few months after the war. It was a small wedding and an even smaller honeymoon. Carrie never complained about his long absences, instead keeping herself busy starting her fashion line for witches and wizards.

And a year after Fred kept to his promise and married Rose.

With George as the best man and Clara was Rose's Maid of Honor sitting in her new wheelchair. Norie caught the bouquet. Rose got cake all over Fred's face before he shoved her almost head first into his piece.

Almost two years later they had a girl who Fred insisted on calling Georgina.

The day she was born Fred stood there holding his little girl. His eyes so wide and calm. Calmer than Rose had ever seen him before. Turning he looked over at this beautiful wife "I want more" he whispered, "I want a house filled with laughter like yours. I want there to be so many children we can't move."

"Wait a few weeks before telling me that," Rose mumbled, "I just got that one out."

Like he promised Rose ended up having seven children. Each with large smiles and a great sense of humor. There was never a dull day in the Primmington/Weasley house. Somedays Rose felt like their laughter shook the very rafters.

There was Georgina, the eldest who sometimes seemed to take that responsibility a little too seriously. She would stand up for anyone who was weaker than herself and if anyone even looked sideways at her siblings they would end up with a nasty hex that would take weeks to remove. She was almost always in and out of trouble because of her protective nature, however, her punishment at home was never much more than a wink from her father and fake apologies to the teachers from her mother.

Josh was the second and unlike his namesake took on more of his mother's temperament. With Fred's flaming red hair and Mother's bright green eyes, he looked like trouble a mile away. But with one soft smile, he could disarm anyone. He had a knack for talking his more mischievous siblings out of trouble with some large vocabulary and calm demeanor.

Amelia -called Amy by all her friends and a few enemies- was Fred's daughter. A born troublemaker, when she gave her mother that little glint in her brown eyes Rose could only see Fred plotting some crazy scheme. She was the one who caused her parents the most grief yet the most laughs. While she was 2 years younger than Freddie and James the three of them would get into more trouble that would rival her father and his brother in their days.

Jack just wanted to be able to do things. He was always in the middle of the action ready and willing to do anything. Never the one hanging the bucket over the door but the one hoisting his sister up. He worshiped Amy and she was his inspiration for anything he did. He had Rose's observations people and Fred's creativity to get in and out of a situation. In many ways, he was a born leader and a born follower. Like Fred, he was stubborn when he didn't want to do something and did very poorly at school because of it. While it was hard to annoy Jack once you did that was the end. You were dead to him.

Danny was very active like Jack but channeled it in a very different way; Sports, if there was anything that described Danny it was sports. Games, competition. Rose wasn't quite sure where he got it from but never questioned it. While he was always for a good prank with his siblings but his true love was on the field playing Quidditch. He even ended up playing professional Quidditch soon after he left Hogwarts and his family never missed a game.

Fred wanted twins. He never said it out loud but he did. But Rose knew so when he finally got them Rose declared she was done.

Martha and Mickey. They were inseparable since birth. Or they were until Mickey got his Hogwarts letter and Martha didn't. It was Mickey who had cried that night stating that he wouldn't go. He would stay with his sister. Wizarding school be damned, Martha was the most magical person he knew. In the end, his sister coaxed him into going letting him know she was excited about her muggle school and that they would write each other letters each day comparing the school experience. Yes, that little 10 year old used experience in her vocabulary.

So while her siblings were all off learning potions and spells Martha spent her days at the local school and nights with her father who would get her options on any new trick he was working on. While he would never admit it, Martha held a soft place in his heart. Maybe it was because she never left him or maybe it was because she reminded him the most of Rose.

Which is why he went to live with her after Rose's death.

A promised Rose died first, Fred wasn't really the same after her death saying it just wasn't as fun without her laughter. He moved in with Martha and her young husband and kids. Four months later he died in his sleep. No fuss no bang, just fell asleep and never woke up to the sound of the most beautiful sound in the world.

Rose's laugh.

That beautiful, deep down in her soul laugh.

"Hey"

I may end up writing some more small stories about these two, maybe the year after the war, the wedding, the kids. More in-depth stuff. What do you guys think? Any requests?

And as always thank you so much for reading! If you have time please leave a comment or kudos.