Special Thanks: to Ruffin (blankpage on for being my beta on the first four installments. You're my hero, yet… not. Lol.

Disclaimer: Characters and original scenes belong to JK Rowling, but that doesn't mean I can't play in my free time for free.A/N: Takes place while the Trio is on the hunt for the Horcruxes, post-Grimmauld Place. This is a ten one-shot series for LJ's 10themes community.

Jagged

The debris falling on top and around his body, crushing him, ending him, seemed to play out in her mind like something she'd watched in one of her father's old action movies. She vaguely felt something slam into her own and force her to connect with the ground. Dust settled and cries filled the air as she was brought back to her feet.

She could feel her heart breaking apart inside of her, screaming to a god to help them. Her body trembled as she looked down to his unmoving body. No. NO!

"NO!" She screamed over and over.

"I'm so sorry, 'Mione," she heard Ron whisper into her ear as he rocked her back and forth.

She felt helpless and dead. One minute she had strength and hope and the next it was all ripped away from her. Every promise they had made, every planned they had spoken of, all of it laid under the rubble with him. She had to get it back. She needed him and the hope he gave her because secretly, she was nothing without it—him.

Hermione broke free of his grip and began digging through the stone, tossing each piece off to the side. Furiously, she wiped away the tears on her upper sleeves to regain her vision. As moments passed, she began to see more and more of Fred's body. Bruises had begun to show and blood was everywhere.

His heart beat was barely existent in his chest, but she knew it was enough. It had to be.

Spell after spell spilled from her mouth and colorful streams flashed from the tip of her wand to various parts of his body. She checked and double-checked everything. Then, she checked his chest again.

Bum-bum.

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Bum-bum.

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His family was gathered around his body, fighting to protect it. He had a chance to live, and they couldn't risk losing it. Hermione watched sparingly at the remaining Weasley's all fighting for their lives. I won't lose another. I refuse. She watched their facial expression and was shocked at what she saw.

Ginny fought through tears, her face flushed with hatred as she tore through each Death Eater, just barely dodging each spell thrown her way. George stayed the closest to Fred. He was exhausted, and it showed, but he never lost his resolve, never lost his edge and pushed just a little bit more each time. Bill and Fleur fought back to back as much as possible. If they could spare it, they took turns checking up on the rest of the family and shouted out updates to each other. Mrs. Weasley was an exploding bomb, her mercy ceasing to exist as she sought out her revenge.

Thoughts from her broken heart echoed inside her head. She tried to draw strength from those around her, tried to remember that possibilities existed and drew hope from it. When the large doors to the Great Hall opened and the battle between Harry and Tom took center stage, her belief that anything is possible was restored. She was going to get him back. She just knew it.