This is it, the last chapter. Thanks to those who kept reading, faved it and everything :)

Also I started a new fic, Harry Potter with the Hunger Games plot, in case you wanted to check it out.

Chapter 30

Two years seemed to have passed to fast. Dey looked around as she walked trough the same halls she just took all her classes last year. Who would have thought they would be the last time. After Dumbledore was killed by none other than Professor Snape in 1997, everyone knew the following year wouldn't be safe at school. Less during this past summer when she, the Weasleys, along with Hermione and a few of the Order had to help Harry sneaked out of the Dursley's to get him safe to the Burrow. George begged her not to go back for her last year at the last minute. With Dumbledore gone, she had no one else to take care of her, but the Weasleys, and Harry who didn't even go, he spent all this time looking for these horcruxes with Ron and Hermione to kill Voldemort. She and George have been inseparable. Yes, a few fights, that's all common with people who live together, but the making up was the best part. People thought they would fight on purpose. She kept walking trough all the rubbish and cracked walls of the castle. Corpses around her, some where innocent students, other were filthy death eaters. Her body was hurting and she was falling apart. The last time she saw George was when they separated, before the war started. He was sent to the Astronomy Tower and she was sent off with Ginny, Neville and Luna. She didn't see him all this time nor hear from him. She was just excepting the worst. She finally arrived at the great hall, were the graveyard was taking place. Bodies were being covered of those injured were being taken care of. She spotted half of the Weasleys together at the end, but they were crying and in agony. Her knees started to tremble, she felt her body freezing in horror and her heart stopping. She walked closer and seeing Tonks and Lupin, dead, side by side, didn't help. She raised her head to face the truth, what Weasley was gone? The shock made her drop tears and cover her mouth. It was Fred. The one who also was there for her a few times during her staying at their house, the one who took care of her when George wasn't around even for the tiniest problems, the one who saved her during the battle in the sky when they were moving Harry and also in Bill and Fleur's wedding, the one who with George made her laugh, the one who would try and get them together during their biggest fights. Also the other half of George. This would kill him and she didn't want it. She walked to the body and kneeled down beside it with Molly. She wrapped an arm around her as the woman kept crying. Dey leaned forward to Fred to caress his hair, having a bit of hope that he would wake up. She even whispered 'get up, for Georgie, please', but he was long gone. She looked around, not seeing George, and got up. She rushed out of there and went to the stairs, hoping to catch George, if he was alive. That thought just broke her more.

"Dey!"

She turned just to catch him hugging her tight. He was in one piece, maybe a few scratches, but complete. She tried to hold the tears, just the thought of that smile being ripped away by the most disturbing curse made her want to hold him tight, like never before.

"I'm so glad you're ok, I was so scared, you don't know." He grabbed her face and kissed her. "It's ok, don't cry, I'm fine."

"George…"

"What, Dey? Everything's fine." He smiled, a tired smile.

"…We're here for you, alright." She started, caressing his face and hair. "I won't leave your side." She had to hug him before continuing.

"What are you talking about? Are my parents alright?" She nodded in his chest. "Ginny?" She nodded again before getting apart and grabbing his hand.

She just pulled him to the great hall and wrapped both of her arms around his to be closer. He looked around, his smile faded when he saw the massacre in the place that was the happiest for him when he was little. He stopped, making Dey stop with him, when he saw his family turning to him with tracks of tears running down their cheeks. His mother was on the floor, possibly the most broken of all of them. He took a good look and saw Fred laying there. He opened his lips to say something, but he chocked. His vision got blurry and he felt his throat going dry. His heart stopped and sunk down to his feet. He gave a step forward, leaving Dey behind and a tear ran down. He turned around covering his mouth and shutting his eyes. Dey stood still too, just letting the tears fall in silence. He opened his eyes just to break her completely. His eyes were filled with agony, with sorrow. He was wishing that had been him, he was screaming for help for Fred. He was begging the gods to not take him, not his brother. His eyes were turning dark and dull. He was like a little kid now, lost in the crowd calling for guidance, he was lost and delirious. He had fallen apart in just a second. Dey just jumped on him and he caught her, needing the comfort. His sobs rang in her ear, making her skin crawl and her bones freeze. Everyone left him alone, except for Dey, he didn't want to be left alone with just Fred's body, he would go mad in seconds. Dey was there to keep him grounded. And she still was the next couple of days. At the Burrow, even if he hardly talked, even to her, or hardly even touched her, she stood by his side. He would only speak mostly at night, when they were both alone on his bed. He would speak from the most random stuff, to how he was feeling. When he got to that subject, it would break her heart. And no matter what she tried or what she said, he would still break down. Dey had a lot to repay him, when she was a banshee, George was always there for her, taking care of her. Now it was her time to protect him. One day, about a week after Fred's funeral, Dey was in the living room, reading a book, while the trio was just sitting there, talking. George came down, in casual clothes and went to the chimney.

"I'm going to the shop for a bit."

"Oh, want me to go with you?" Dey asked, getting up.

"No, it's alright. I need that time there alone."

"…Alright." She gave him a half smile. "I love you." Those words just slipped and he smiled before hugging her.

"Thanks for everything." He said in the hug. "I love you too."

He walked back to the chimney and left to the shop using the floo powder. Dey sat back down after the flames disappeared. She kept reading her book in silence while Harry, Ron and Hermione talked calmly, of what, she really couldn't tell, she was lost in her story. That was until she passed a page about 20 minutes later and there was a note.

"Thank you so much for everything, please don't forget me and don't end up hating me for this. I couldn't continue and I just feel I'm bringing everyone down, especially you. You deserve better. I love you. Goodbye, George."

Dey shut her gasp when she covered her mouth. The trio looked at her, watching her staring at the note, about to lose it.

"Dey…?" Harry asked, moving closer to her.

She jumped on her feet, got floo powder on her hands and called for Diagon before jumping on the chimney and throwing the powder to burst the flames. As soon as she arrived at the chimney of the leaky cauldron, she jumped out and ran out of there. She ran and even pushed a few people on the way, with out apologizing, she was too focus on the giant Weasley who kept lifting it's hat to revel a rabbit and then disappear it. She tried to open the door, but it was locked. She just swung a fist trough the glass and unlocked it from inside to rush in. George wasn't there, at least in the first floor. She ran up the stairs and found him on a corner, unconscious and a bottle of beer, half empty on his hand with a bottle of pills beside it. She kicked the pills and threw the beer away from him and grabbed his head, trying to wake him up. He didn't. She checked his pulse and got it, but very low. She was starting to panic and her eyes drowned in tears.

"Someone! Please help me!" She screamed from the top of her lungs. "Please, help!"

She cried on his chest, but she was lucky that two men came up and helped him up. They took him to St. Mungo's and she called his family from there. They arrived about 20 minutes later, paranoid and quickly went to Dey who was waiting out side of his room. The doctor walked out, told him he might live, but it would take a while, maybe days for him to wake up and he could have amnesia or any other mental injury. The pills he took were actually a mixture of wizard ingredients that are very poisonous, plus the wine he drowned it with didn't help. Dey spent the rest of the day beside his bed. The following day was the same. Harry and Ron brought her food, but she barely touched it. She was just focused on George, hoping he would wake up and be fine.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here, you blabbing git?" George's eyes flutter before he opened them completely and saw Fred, kneeled down beside him.

"G-Gred?" He asked, lifting himself up with his elbows and Fred hit the back of his head. He looked like new, in his WWW uniform.

"You're an idiot!" Fred kept insulting him. "I lost my life and have the never to take away your own! How pathetic!" George just frowned and looked down. "Be thankful you didn't see Dey."

"…S-she saw me?"

"She may have even saved you. You're selfish, Forge. She's destroyed and you're just laying on a bed, drifting away because you were a coward."

"I'm not a coward!" George said, getting up. Fred stayed on the ground. "I just…I couldn't live like this anymore."

"It was hard for me too, Georgie." Fred slowly got on his feet. "I had to watch all of you cry and call for me. I also watched you fall apart, but I'm learning how to live with it…well" He scoff. "be dead with it." George just grinned and shook his head.

"Easier said than done."

"Yeah, I have some fallouts, but hey, we'll meet again."

"When?-"

"Don't think about it! Just go back there, wake up and stay with Dey! Stay with our family!"

A week passed. Dey was sitting on the frame of the window, watching him, still sleeping. She looked down and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and wishing for him to wake up, for the millionth time.

"…Dey…?"

She opened her eyes, quick. Slowly looked up and saw him, eyes opened, looking at her, weakly. She got down from the frame and crossed her arms, feeling mad and broken at the same time.

"…You're angry…" He pointed out as she walked to him.

"Try destroyed." She reached him. "Do you know how awful it was for me to see that note almost half an hour after you left? I could've been late. When I saw you…part of me wanted to take a bunch of those pills and a sip to join you." Her nose got red and she sniffed. He just paid attention, feeling guilty. "I know you are hurting, more than everyone, even more than me right now…but you can't do this to me. I'd feel as bad as you're feeling over Fred…I could even be in your shoes in a few days if you haven't woken up." A tear rolled down and he frowned. "…please, stay with me. I promised I'll be here for you, if you want to keep talking about Fred, good or bad, I don't mind one bit. Look for me whenever you want. I'll listen and be there for you."

"…I am so sorry, Dey…I was just feeling so lost…yeah, you were there for me, I know…but that part of me was gone and for good." Dey just listened to him now. "…but I realized it was wrong…and…I met him again."

"Really?" Dey gave him a half smile before sitting beside his legs.

"Yeah…he told me that I should go back…that I had another chance, the one he didn't. He told me to go back, after he yelled at me, saying I was stupid and selfish, more to you." Dey chuckled, that sounded like Fred. "He told me that I should just live and move on…that we will meet again, once my life is complete. He wants me happy."

"We all do." George nodded and stayed looking to his front.

"He looked the same, except he was wearing the shop uniform. He even gave me new ideas, what do you say if we start working on them once I get out?" Dey laughed and nodded.

"Of course."

"…He also said that he hopes I continue my life with you. That he knows I can't be this happy with anyone else." She stayed quiet this time. "I'm really sorry, Dey…I love you so much and thank you for staying by my side, even during this stupid event."

"You're welcome…and I love you too."

He smiled, grabbing her hand to pull her closer, wanting to kiss her. They did and they felt they came alive again. It has been almost three weeks since their lips touched. They needed each other now, George more than her. He needed her comfort and her warm, letting him she was there and she was his forever, to make him happy and help him move on from this.