A/N: This is me, updating quickly. ;D
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (sadly)
George and Belinda both turned and began to run towards a group of 3 Hogwartians and 2 death eater's. "Are you sure your okay?" George asked. Belinda just snorted and cast a stupefy at one of the death eater's. They were casting and blocking spells from the surprisingly skilled death eater's when George suddenly froze up and looked around wildly. "George?" Belinda asked as she blocked a stunning spell from one of the death eater's.
"We should go find Fred," George said, and Belinda looked at him as if he was mad. She dodged under another stunning spell.
"Are you insane?" She hissed, sending a petrificus totalus towards one of them, but they dodged out of the way. George continued throwing spells at the death eater's. "Fred's fine, George. If anyone can handle himself, Freddie can. Besides- PROTEGO! We can't just abandon these 3, these two are good," Belinda reasoned, and finally her stunning spell hit the death eater closest to her. A series of different spells hit the other death eater and he was successfully knocked out. George whipped around to face her, his hair which she had been lovingly running her fingers through not that long ago hanging in his electric blue eyes with a look of such determination that she felt herself melting under his gaze.
"I can feel it, Linda. We have to go find Fred, now!" George insisted. Belinda drew herself up to her full height and folded her arms over her chest, cocking an eyebrow. "Belinda don't be so stubborn," he snapped at her, and she stepped froward menacingly, prodding him in the chest with a finger.
"Do not speak to me like that, George Weasley! Fred is absolutely fine and your being ridiculous. Hogwart's is being taken over and we need to help other people, so you stop being stupid and come with me!" She said in a Mrs. Weasley- esque manor. Belinda took satisfaction in the way George cowered under her gaze before sighing and nodding.
"Im sorry, Linda. I just, I feel weird. Like, there's this sense of dread inside me," George frowned, before smiling. Belinda smiled back, but her eyes locked on Colin Creevey battling 2 death eater's by himself and her smile dropped from her face. The world seemed to slow down as she pushed past George who whirled around in horror. "Colin!" Belinda cried, and the world sped up. "Expelliarmus!" She cried, but it was too late. The middle death eater had already cast the spell that took the young boys life, and he fell to the ground. "YOU BASTARD!" She shrieked, running at the trio of death eater's who turned to her.
"Bombarda!" Belinda pointed her wand at the ground by the mens feet, and it exploded beneath them, sending them deep into the earth. George's hand found her wrist and he yanked her back as she struggled against him. "Let me kill them!" Belinda had always held a soft spot for the little boy and had insisted on sticking up for him against people. "Belinda!" George snapped, and she finally stopped and looked up into his eyes. "Please stop." He begged, and she relaxed back against him. "Linda, its alright," George comforted her, and she turned around in his arms to look up into his eyes.
"Is it, George? Gina and Colin are dead. Oh my gosh, Gina!" And Belinda had taken off running again, back up a flight of stairs to where she knew her dead friends boy lay. She could hear George following after her, followed by another loud bang and a crashing sound above them. Belinda slid around the corner and saw her friends still body. She ran to the blonde and crouched down next to her, placing a hand on the pale cheek as she stared into the brown eyes that would never sparkle with life again. "Oh Gina," Belinda whispered, a tear sliding out of her eye and falling down onto the dead Ravenclaw's cheek below.
Belinda watched as George waved his wand and conjured a stretcher, before lifting Georgina onto it. George draped his arm over Belinda's shoulders in a comforting manner as she began to sniffle lightly. They walked along quietly, listening to the sound of fighting all around them. "George," Belinda called as she strode over to Colin's body and he conjured another stretcher. He bent down, locks of red hair sliding down into his eyes as he did so and went to pick up Colin, but Belinda gently pushed him back. She picked up the foolish boy and placed him on the stretcher herself, more tears sliding down her cheeks.
"Don't cry, Lin," George murmured in her ear. She gagged on a sob and he quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, placing a kiss on the side of her lips. "Hey, its alright. Come on, Lin, your my brave lioness," said George, and Belinda smiled up at him. Both of their attention was caught by a curly red-head running along with wide eyes, a stretcher following behind him. Belinda's mouth went slack as she saw a red-head on the stretcher behind the frazzled Percy, who was already inside the great hall.
"No," she breathed, looking up at George whose eyes had a far away look. One of his hands went to his chest and he took in a shuddering breath before chasing after Percy. The stretchers floated behind him at a fast pace, threatening to spill their load so Belinda charmed them to follow her instead. Once she was inside she waved them over to the hospital section and dashed after George. She spotted a bunch of red heads all crowded around a dead body, and upon closer inspection the dead person was none other than her very best friend, Fred Weasley. "No!" She cried as she ran forwards towards the grieving family. Mrs. Weasley saw her and engulfed her in a hug, burying her face in Belinda's hair as she sobbed. "Im so sorry!" Belinda said around her own sobs as the two women clutched each other. They turned at the sound of Arthur Weasley's "Whats going on here?" and he took in their grieving faces, before his happy-go-lucky expression that he always wore vanished.
"No... not Fred," Mr. Weasley breathed, as he pushed apart his sons and looked down at his dead son. He turned and Belinda moved closer to the body to allow Mr. And Mrs. Weasley to comfort each other. She saw that George was draped over Fred's chest as he clutched him, sobbing hysterically. "Freddie," she gasped, covering her face with her hands so as not to see Fred. At least he had died the way he'd lived, laughing. She looked at him again and began sobbing. He looked so happy, it must've happened so fast. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked at Percy. "George," he muttered, and she nodded, her cheeks stained with tears and more still flowing.
"Freddie! Fred wake up! Please, Fred, I love you!" George was wailing. Belinda crouched down next to him and peeled him off of Fred's body, much to George's protest. "Don't take him from me! Let go of me!" George had shouted, but when Belinda's arms wove around his body he had curled into her and sobbed. She stroked his hair, staring at her very best friend's dead body and sniffling as she tried to be strong for George. "George, its alright," she murmured to him, and at her voice he pushed her back and leapt up.
"How dare you touch me," George hissed, turning away from her and running a hand through his hair. Belinda forgot about the grieving Weasley's who probably weren't paying attention to her and George's exchange. His words slapped her in the face. He stood up and walked a few steps away, and she followed him, placing a hand on his back. "George?" She asked. He turned around and pushed her back, his eyes puffy and red, his face flushed with anger and his cheeks stained with tears.
"This is all your fault," said George in a venomous tone. Belinda's eyes widened and her mouth fell open with a pop. "I told you we should go find Fred, but no he's fine," George snapped, staring at Belinda in disgust.
"George, I-"
"Shut up!" George exclaimed. Belinda's mouth snapped shut. "Well guess what? Now he's dead, all because you didn't want to go find him!" George turned his head away, more tears falling down his cheeks. Belinda opened her mouth to protest, but she shut in when she realised he was right. "I'm sorry," she whispered, and George's head whipped around to face her. "Oh? Sorry isn't going to cut it, is it? Fred's dead because of you! And to think I kissed you. I hate you," George's words stung Belinda, and she would rather have taken the torture curse a million times then hear George say that. "George, please," Belinda begged, but George stepped forwards and slapped her.
"I hate you," he repeated. Belinda stumbled backwards, sobbing now from 3 she loved dying and the 1 she was in love with hating her.
"Please, please, please im sorry. I didn't know- I thought he was fine, I love you, please George," she was sobbing hard, staring at him and wearing her heart on her sleeve. "I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you, and i've always cared for your brother. He was my best friend, George, I never wanted this to happen. Please take it back, you don't mean it. I love you," she wailed. George laughed coldly.
"Get out of my sight you evil witch," George snarled. Belinda turned tail and fled outside. She ran as fast and hard as she could, before bumping into someone.
The man whirled around and she came face to face with yet another death eater. She stumbled back and fell to the floor. "Stupefy!" She cast desperately, but he flicked his wand and it rebounded off. She rolled away to avoid being hit by her own spell. "Little girl wants to play, does she?" The Death Eater snarled. Belinda pushed herself up.
The two battled for several minutes, light flashing through the hall as they blocked and attacked each other. Finally, Belinda feigned going to attack him but flicked her wand at the ceiling at the last minute and cast, "Bombarda!" Before leaping out the way of the ceiling which collapsed on top of him - or at least Belinda thought until the stones started being flung at her by him. He twirled his wand and the remaining stone and rubble turned into a whirling twister and came at her. Belinda flicked her wand and the twister exploded, rubble flying everywhere. She ducked as bits hit her and scratched up her clothing. A large piece hit her square in the forehead, and she looked up with blurry eyes.
"Games over girly," the Death Eater said in a bored tone. "Sopor," he muttered, and when the spell hit her she was conscious no more.
A/N: Im sorry, but this story is fast paced cause im not good at dragging things out. This was meant to happen in chapter 4, but I sorta merged chapter 3 and 4 to make chapter 3 longer, you know? Anyways, the next chapter is going to be boring, feel free to not read it. Nothing important happens in it.
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