I don't own the characters, or the Rose of Infinite Power idea. The charcters belong to J.K. Rowling, and the rose thing belongs to a friend of mine who roleplays as Rodolphus.

George awoke with a strangled scream. "Fred!" He looked around the Hospital Wing in a panic, then clutched at his chest. He felt so...hollow. Something was wrong, he just knew it. Where did Fred go? He was almost as sick as George was, but drank a potion and shrugged it off. George sat up slowly and made his way off the bed, intending to look for Fred.

As he staggered through the halls in a delirious stupor, he called out for Fred. There was no response. He should have responded by now...His hearing was too sensitive. So why wasn't he there, appearing in a puff of smoke, wearing that trademark grin? Where was his twin?
He screamed out for Fred again, then the hollow feeling came back with a vengeance. He slumped against a wall, crying.

Oliver Wood was walking the halls when he heard a scream. Wincing, he cursed his sensitive hearing, then ran off in the direction of the sound. He was shocked to see George up against the wall crying. "George, what are you doing out here? Aren't you supposed to be in the Hospital Wing?

George looked up at him, then sobbed harder. "Olly...where's Fred? I can't find him anywhere..." Oliver paled. Damn Fred...he snuck out to go after the flower again! He was in no condition to fight anyone!

"George...you should head back to the Hospital Wing. I'll go look for Fred, okay?" He tried to give him a comforting smile and extended his hand for George to take. George took his hand and stood up groggily, but shook his head. "I need...I need to come with you. I have to know how Freddie is."

Oliver paused, conflicted on whether he should let him come along, then sighed. "Fine. Drink this, you should be okay for a while." He handed George a Pepper-up potion and watched as he drank it.

After downing the whole potion, George straightened up and looked Oliver in the eyes, steam coming out of his ears. "He went back to the forest, didn't he?" Oliver looked down, "Yes...So we need to hurry." He fished around in his pockets for one of the smoke bombs Fred made him, then threw it down. When the smoke cleared, they were standing in front of the Forbidden Forest.

Sniffing the air, Oliver noted, "It'll take forever to walk through here... ."Oliver shifted into a larger-than-normal lab then beckoned George to get on his back with a low bark. George stood susprised for a moment, then hopped onto his back, barely having time to hold on before Oliver tore off through the forest. Dodging various obstacles, Oliver noticed the group of minotaurs they had met earlier. They recognized him as a friend of Fred's and pointed him in the right direction. George didn't think any of that strange. He didn't have the time to.

Finally, they saw a glow of light coming from up ahead. George got down from Oliver's back, watching him return to his human form. Slowly, they advanced closer and closer to the clearing, when they could hear laughter. Oliver stopped short when he noticed George wasn't following him anymore. "George? George, c'mon. Fred's just up ahead." George stared ahead, looking shaken, "It's bad, I just know it...Something's wrong."

Oliver gave George a concerned look, then pulled him along to hide behind a tree. "We have to know, George." George struggled vainly against him, then stopped when he saw the scene.
Dumbledore and his aurors were dueling Death Eaters, Cho had a golden aura and hovered while laughing maniacally, and Rodolphus held his head crying out in pain. Fred lay over to the side, unmoving.

Oliver stopped short, taking in the scene before him."What the hell is this...?" He didn't notice George stagger forward, dazed. "Freddie..."
Ignoring everyone and everything, George made his way over to Fred's body. Tears falling down his cheeks, he knelt down next to his brother. "You...this is another one of your jokes, right? It's not funny..." He held Fred to him, sobbing brokenly.

"George? What are you..." ...Wait. Why was he holding Fred like that? Why...why wasn't Fred moving? Oliver swayed and held on to the tree for support. Fred was gone, he knew. It just...hurt. He looked at Rodolphus. It had to be him. No, Fred trusted... !
Growling, he drew his wand, ready to add to the pain he seemed to be in.

As he stalked over to Rodolphus, his mind buzzed with various thoughts, especially revenge. He didn't care what this man used to be to Fred. That all changed one day, and no one knew why. When Fred was hurt, he was there. This...Death Eater was nothing! How dare he...how dare anyone harm his Fred? He cursed himself for not watching Fred closer, but decided he could vent that somewhere... Seething with anger, he pointed his wand at Rodolphus. "You..."

Rodolphus looked up dazedly, his eyes unfocused. This must be a friend of that Fred boy...Something nagged in the back of his head, telling him to raise his wand, defend himself. He found himself rooted to the spot, staring at this boy who seemed to grow more and more animalistic by the second. A name flashed through his head to match the face in front of him. Oliver Wood... That voice came back, telling him to raise his wand. His body couldn't keep up with what his mind wanted to do, and he just said, "You were friends with that boy..."

Oliver growled dangerously, "That..."boy" was Fred Weasley! You...you killed him, didn't you? He never should have trusted... !" Oliver trailed off, shaking with anger. It was then that he actually looked at Rodolphus closely. What was wrong with him? He should've had his wand out already, flinging out Crucios like no tomorrow. Why..wasn't he? Glaring, he kept his wand trained on him, waiting for an attack, a response, anything.

Rodolphus watched the boy passively. "Didn't kill him. The one who did, however, is already dead." Something clicked in his head. Trusted? Did Fred trust...him? Why would he trust a Death Eater? He started holding his head again, the headache coming back with a vengeance. This was so confusing... He bit back another pained cry, as Oliver stared at him confused.

Oliver looked at Rodolphus strangely. He really doesn't remember Fred...He got the feeling that Roddie was responsible for the death of Fred's killer, but pushed that thought aside. Something about Rodolphus' behavior seemed familiar.

... !He was Obliviated! That didn't mean he could pity this Death Ea- An inhuman scream pierced his very thoughts, and the glow from Cho got even brighter. Everyone watched her, awe- and horrorstruck.

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