"Mrs. Weasley, when are they supposed to be getting back?" Alya asked, walking into the kitchen where the worried mother was. Ever since the other Weasleys left, the three remaining women were on edge.
"Soon I imagine, dear. Where did Ginny get to?" Mrs Weasley was bustling around in the kitchen, keeping herself busy.
"I last saw her upstairs. Want me to get her?" She had sat at the table, watching Mrs. Weasley when there was a loud noise from outside. Mrs. Weasley was hurrying outside within a second, but Alya just looked out of a window.
"Harry? You are the real Harry? What happened? Where are the others?" She heard Mrs. Weasley cry. Alya chewed on her thumb nail. Harry and Hagrid were supposed to get back after Ron and Tonks as well as and Fred. There was another bright light and she could make out a man supporting another man.

"Thank god you're alright!" Alya exclaimed, running up to Fred and hugging him before he could get to George. She let him go over to see his brother, standing off to the side.
"How do you feel, Georgie?" Mrs. Weasley whispered, still by her son's side.
"Saint-like." He replied in a murmur
"What's wrong with him? Is his mind affected?" Fred asked, looking terrified at the thought.
"Saint-like." George repeated, looking up at Fred, "I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?"
Mrs. Weasley was sobbing even harder and colour returned to Fred's pale face. Alya found herself smiling.
"Pathetic," Fred said to George, "Pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?"
"Ah well," He muttered, grinning at his mother beside him, "You'll be able to tell us apart now anyway, Mum. Where's Alya?"
"Right here, Georgie." She whispered, walking over and kneeling next to where Fred was. She grabbed his hand gently.

"It's good that your brother and Fleur get on so well." Alya said softly, sitting in a chair off to the side, watching people dance. "A wedding is just what everyone needs. Something good in the world when everything is terrible."
"Tell mum that." George said, sitting next to her. "She thinks they rushed in to this because of everything that is happening."
"Why not marry someone you love now?" She replied, "Best to do it quicker if you're sure you love them. Good chance a lot of people will be dead. Live like it's your last day and all that."
"Are you implying something?" George looked over at the currently red haired woman beside him. She was in a long dress, and her hair was curled perfectly.
"Oh, no! I was just saying it's fantastic that your brother found someone!" She responded quickly, her face going pink as she buried her face in her hands. George just smiled. "Let's go find Fred. I think he's with one of Fleur's cousins."

"Do you need a hand?" Alya asked, walking in through the back door to see Mrs. Weasley cooking something in the kitchen. The woman seemed to always have something to do since Ron had left.
"No, dear, I'm fine. You can call down Fred and George though." She said, not bothering to stop what she was doing. She waved her wand at a stack of plates and they laid themselves on the table. "Lunch is almost ready."
"Okay!" She said, hurrying up the stairs to fetch the twins. They were in their room, working on something for the shop. They were staying with their parents instead of in their loft so Mrs. Weasley wouldn't worry so much, and took a couple days off to work on new items.
"Oi, lunch is almost ready." She announced, walking in to the room and up to the two red heads leaned over a desk in the room. "Come on!"

The snow had started falling to the ground softly; collecting in the long blonde hair of the girl perched on a tree branch over the swamp. She was strumming chords on the guitar in her hands, singing along to the song as she played.
"And I'll be wearing white when i come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holdin' my hand
There's a boy here in town says that he'll love me forever
Whoever thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time."

"That's a pretty song and all, but it's awfully sad."
The voice startled Alya as she whipped her head up to look around at the source. There was George, standing at the base of the tree, grinning up at her. She had noticed that it had started getting darker, and the snow was falling harder.
"George? What are you doing here?"
"You disappeared so I came looking. Wasn't hard to do while you were playing, though." He explained simply before he started climbing the tree, sitting on the branch next to her. "You're really good."
"Uhm, thanks." She mumbled, looking away when her cheeks started turning pink, a smile forcing itself on to her lips.
"Actually, there's something I need to tell you, too." He sounded suddenly more serious, but also more quiet. Alya turned to face him, biting her lip, fearing for the worst.
"Well, you see, we have a uh… special thing and I just realized that my feelings have uhm… changed? Grown, I think, is the proper word."
Alya looked at the man, his face starting to go red.
"What I'm trying to say, Alya… Is that I think I love you."
Alya just stared at him for a moment, her cheeks turning red as the snow got heavier. "You're serious?" George just nodded, still looking embarrassed. Alya felt tears welling up in her eyes and she smiled, her voice little more than a whisper, "I love you too, Georgie."
George leaned forward a bit, pressing his lips against the blonde's. Alya found herself putting her arms around the man's neck as he put his around her waist.
"Oy, stop snogging and come inside! Mum thinks you've both been killed!" Fred's voice drifted up, causing Alya to jump. She fell off the branch and in to the freezing swamp below, dragging George with her.
-

"Oy, Aunt Muriel, me and Alya are getting married!" George called from the sitting room to his aunt. Alya looked at him oddly and he just put a finger to his mouth as they heard Muriel make a strange noise from the kitchen and start mumbling to herself.
"Sorry, it's just entertaining. She never likes anyone we know. Really didn't like Bill marrying Fleur." He explained, trying to refrain from laughing.
"I don't know why you all insist on marrying such… interesting women." Muriel muttered half under her breath as she walked through the sitting room.
"What do you plan on doing if she mentions that little 'fact' to your mother, or Ginny?" Alya asked, looking at the man curiously.
"Oh they'll know I'm joking. I'm sure Ginny loves seeing Aunt Muriel so distressed."

"In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me"
Alya was sitting on her usual perch above the swamp, her feet swinging under the branch. She came here a lot lately, singing away her worries. For a week now, she'd been having terrible dreams of what would happen when they had to go fight with Harry.
"That's an interesting song." George called, looking up from where he was standing on the ground. He often came to keep her company, or to try and get her to talk about what was on her mind. "Mind if I come up?"
Alya shook her head as he started climbing. He was up within a few minutes. It was a moderately good day, the sun was out and it was somewhat warm. She noticed that George looked very serious.
"Harry's at Hogwarts." He said after sitting on the branch beside the currently red haired woman. She stared at him. "We've just got the message. Fred and I are going there now."
"I'm coming." She said before she even knew what she was saying. George just looked at her.
"We want you to stay here, Alya." He said quietly, looking almost disapproving at the idea. "You really aren't the best fighter, and we figure the Malfoy's would probably target you."
"I'm not letting you and Fred run off and fight and leave me here! That's rubbish." She mumbled, staring at the man intently. "I'm coming. I don't care what you say."
George laughed, receiving an odd look from Alya. "Fred and I figured you wouldn't let us leave you here. Worth a shot though."
"You're both prats, I hope you know that." Alya smiled, obviously pleased that he didn't put up much of an argument.
"Let's get married." George said suddenly, grabbing her hand
"Pardon?"
"If we survive this fight, let's get married."
Alya just smiled, "You're mum won't like it."
"Bollocks! Who cares!" George exclaimed, pulling out what looked like an older diamond ring, passed down through the family. "Would you do me the honour of marrying me, Alya?"
"Yes, definitely." She cheeks went red as he slipped the ring on her finger.
"Well, we best be off then! I told Fred I'd only be a minute."

Confused and slightly disoriented, Alya was sitting in the Great Hall, as far as she could tell. All she remembered was the explosion, and then nothing. But she was obviously alive, right? She was still in Hogwarts, she could tell from the noises that the war was still happening, but how had she ended up in the Great Hall? She had been in a corridor last she remembered. Fred and his brother were fighting off some death eaters and Ron and his friends had just come to help.
"Alya, are you alright?" She looked up, seeing George hurry over.
"Where's Freddie?" She asked quietly, afraid of the answer. George seemed to dread having to say it. "Please tell me he's okay, George…"
His silence said it all. She could see his eyes filling with tears and couldn't stop herself from crying when the ginger wrapped his arms around her.

"Harry Potter is dead!"
The phrase numbed Alya to everything else being said. Voldemort had won; they were all as good as dead. Lucius was probably ecstatic; his precious Dark Lord had the power now. Little Draco could get whatever he wanted. She barely heard Neville try and attack Voldemort. She was barely aware that she had started shaking, until she felt George slip his hand in to her own. She listened to Neville talk, and then to Voldemort, watching in complete horror as the Sorting Hat was lit on fire while on the boy's head, but then she wasn't sure what exactly happened. Harry was gone, Voldemort's snake had been beheaded and chaos had been released.
"Alya, I want you to go and find somewhere to hide." George's voice snapped her back into reality, making her realize that was in the middle of it all.
"No! I'm not going anywhere."
"You're in no condition to fight anyone." He said before she noticed how right he was. It seemed every part of her still hurt. Unlike everyone else, she hadn't gone to Madam Pomfrey to get treated for whatever injuries she had gotten from the explosion. "I'll come find you when it's safe, I promise." He added, kissing her quickly before she went off to find somewhere she at least wouldn't be vulnerable.

They were back in the Great Hall again. The number of bodies that lay in the middle had increased. The battle was over, Voldemort was dead, yet she couldn't feel happy. Fred was gone. She was sitting beside George, watching as people were eating. Unlike most people, she didn't have much of an appetite.
"Alya, dear, are you not hungry?" Mrs. Weasley asked, causing Ginny to look over.
"Uhm, not really, no." She muttered in response, slightly tightening her grip on George's hand without meaning to. None of the Weasley's seemed very hungry, actually.
"Hey Alya, that's a fancy ring." Lee Jordan commented, sitting on the other side of George. She hadn't heard him speak since then, which surprised her. She looked down at her hand, confused, before remembering the ring George had put on her finger before.
"We're getting married." George replied for her, looking at his friend with a grin. Even then she could tell that he could never be the same without his twin.
"That's brilliant, mate!"