It was dark, and cold. Suddenly, flashes of light danced behind my tightly closed eyelids. I gasped, and dug my nails into my skin as I felt something almost pushing at my mind. Something that almost felt like memories, but not quite, began flooding my head.
"Gryffindor!" I heard the sorting hat shout.
"I'm sorry, miss, but your family was killed by You-Know-Who." A masculine voice said. Many other voices and memories filled my head, but it suddenly came to a quick stop.
"There's going to be a battle. We need you. You have to fight."
My body thudded suddenly to the ground, and I groaned. My hands gripped cold dirt and I raised them to my face to see that they were bloody from my nails digging into my skin. I let out a small shudder.
"Need some help getting up again?" My head flew up to see who asked the question.
A red head was lazily grinning at me, leaning against a wall.
You've got to be kidding me.
"YOU." I hissed. "What's going on? How did I get here?" I stammered, and pulled my body off the ground. Fred laughed.
"You're on a mission." He said, laughed. He looked me over. "Gryffindor." He laughed. "No surprise there."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Your robes. You must be a Gryffindor." Fred explained. I looked down to see my body clad in Gryffindor robes. I ran my hands over robes that resembled ones I had for a Halloween costume in third grade. I had a light brown wand in my hand too.
"What the…" I muttered. Well, I guess at this point there's no denying that the boy standing in front of me really was the Fred Weasley.
"You're a witch Ellie. Well, here you are at least. J.K. Rowling wanted to change something in the Deathly Hallows book. She sent you out to stop it. The books will be changed because of you." Fred explained.
"What? Why would she want to change something? What does she want me to change? Why me?" I had so many questions running through my head, I couldn't decide which to pick first.
"Ellie. She doesn't want me to die. You need to run into the battle, and grab me and pull me away from the falling wall. She wants Percy to die instead." Fred cringed as he said this. "Ellie, do you remember when you visited London years ago?" He asked. I nodded my head, wondering how the heck he'd know that. "Do you remember when your parents took you into a café?" He said. I nodded my head again. "Well, there was a woman writing there, and you asked what she was writing about, and she said wizards. You told her that you thought it would be the best story in the world and that you would be her number one fan. She laughed. That was J.K. Rowling. She chose you because you gave her hope." I was amazed. I was just a kid when I'd said that. People really do remember the little things. I would never be able to thank her enough. That is, if I don't die in this battle.
"Wait. How exactly did she find me and put me into the story?" I asked, feeling slightly suspicious.
"Well…let's just say J.K.'s got a bit of magic in her." Fred smiled. "Now. For your mission. You're going to live in the books. The Final Battle is going on right past these trees. Once you go out there, run to the castle, and find us by the secret passageway by the portrait of a brunette woman in a green dress. Get me out as quickly as possible, and run. Percy will die, and Ron, Harry, and Hermione will be fine. Don't bother trying to save anyone else that dies. They'll be gone by the time you reach them. You know spells from the books, use them and you should be able to fight. You should know enough to save yourself, and me. Now, the memories that popped into your head when you came here is your background story, or you're alibi. That was done so you could answer honestly under the influence of verisaum if you're questioned about anything. You'll remember the memories when someone asks a question about something. Now, no one from school will remember you. You go to the Order of the Phoenix, or Hermione or someone smart and tell them what happened. They may be able to find explanations for you, because I don't have much time to explain. Now, the Fred you're talking to right now, well." Fred sighed. "I'm not exactly the real Fred. I'll vanish from existence as soon as you go to the battle. The real Fred won't know you at all, and may be skeptical of you, if he's anything like me. Be careful of him. When Percy dies, you have to make sure he doesn't fight the death eater who killed him. He could get hurt or killed. I don't know what will happen. He could just die again." Fred looked at me for a moment. "Well. I think that's everything. Are you ready to fight?" he asked. I was speechless. I was about to fight in the worst battle in the whole Harry Potter series. I could easily die out there.
I ran to him and threw my arms around him in a hug. I can't believe he's just going to disappear. "Thank you. For everything." I whispered against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head.
"You'll do great. People will protect you out there. I promise. Now go." He said, and slowly pulled away.
"So magic really is real. I knew it." I murmured to myself, and smiled.
"Of course Ellie. The magic is real." Fred laughed. "Now go. Before some stupid Death Eater pops up, and blows us to bits.
I smiled. "Bye Fred." I said. I turned around and began to walk out of the forest. I couldn't bear to turn around and see Fred gone. It would hurt too much.
I just stepped out of the forest and heard laughter amidst screaming. My eyes widened as I saw someone who could only be Scabior pointing a wand at my heart.