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Frodo gulped, doing his best to hide his tears. He couldn't believe it. Fred was gone. The very thought shook him up. Fred, who helped him during his first year at Hogwarts… was dead, his last laugh etched on his face. Frodo collapsed on his knees. He watched in pain as Harry and Percy brought Fred's body over to a suit of armor, keeping Fred hidden from any Death Eaters passing through.

"Frodo!" Aria shook him awake, but Frodo hardly gave a response. "Frodo, we have to move. We have to defeat Sauron! Please Frodo?!"

Frodo didn't want to move. He couldn't leave Fred's body behind. And yet, one look from Aria and Sam convinced him to go on. Frodo stood up, wrapping an arm around Aria. Together with Sam, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Frodo and Aria left the Seventh Floor.

They were met by Death Eaters and orcs. Harry blasted the Death Eaters out of the way, casting defensive spells at them. Sam did the same, using hand magic, against the orcs. Frodo also used his hand magic on the Death Eaters and orcs. However, just looking at the orcs reminded him of Ugnâsh. A shiver ran down Frodo's spine. He couldn't witness another orc dying in that manner. Why did that happen to Ugnâsh? Frodo could admit he didn't like orcs, but he didn't want them to die.

BLAST! BLAST! BLAST!

Frodo threw his hands in the air, dazing a few more Death Eaters and orcs. The various blasts sent tremors through the floor. Frodo couldn't stand it. He didn't want to risk his friends' safety or kill anyone. No! Knocking the Death Eaters and orcs senseless or wounding them was the better way to go about this.

Frodo stopped upon seeing Hilibert Blodwen blasting spells at orcs. No! What was he doing?

"Hilibert!" Frodo cried, as the wall exploded. He coughed and sputtered. For a moment, there was a cloud of smoke. He moved through the rubble to find Hilibert wounded by a spear, jabbed straight through his stomach. "No." Frodo moved beside his ex-teacher, doing his best to take the spear out. Nothing helped.

Hilibert opened his eyes, staring at the gentle-hobbit longingly. "Frodo—" His eyes drifted off into space, becoming duller by the second. He drew one last breath and spoke no more.

Frodo stared in shock and pain. He was losing people left and right. Was there any hope for him?

"Frodo, we have to move!" Aria's voice crept into Frodo's thoughts, forcing him to walk away from Hilibert's body. Frodo wanted to stay longer, but Sam dragged him away. The moment he regained consciousness, Frodo pulled away from Sam, before following him, Aria, Harry, Ron, and Hermione out onto the grounds. There was the Whomping Willow! Harry cast a spell on the tree to make it immobile. Frodo moved fast, entering the underground tunnel and lighting the area using the lumos spell.

It was four years since he'd been to the Shrieking Shack. Frodo wondered how the shack was doing, how the house had changed. At last, the slope went upwards, allowing the gentle-hobbit and his friends to enter the shack. Frodo waved his hand, causing himself, Aria, and Sam to become invisible. Not even their breathing could be heard or their footfalls. Still, Frodo followed Harry, even when the wizard was cloaked and invisible. Voices came from the room above. They sounded an awful lot like Snape, Voldemort, and Sauron.

"Why doesn't the Elder Wand work? I am its master!" Voldemort demanded.

"As am I!" Sauron declared. "We each share a piece of the Elder Wand. I say it's rightfully ours, Lord Voldemort."

"I can assure you, my lords, that the Elder Wand answers to you." Snape said, keenly.

"Does it?" Voldemort asked, intrigued. "The Elder Wand responds to the call of its last master. You killed Dumbledore, Severus. That means you are no longer needed."

"My lord—" Snape was cut off. Voldemort released his snake. The snake attacked Snape, jabbing its fangs into his neck. Snape fell in a heap against the wall. Frodo's mouth gaped open. He didn't want Professor Snape to die! Did Harry think the same of their teacher?

"Come Nagini." Voldemort said, just as he and his snake disapparated. Sauron returned his gaze to the Headmaster, smiling cunningly.

"Now you know what it feels like to be caught off-guard. Enjoy this evening, while you can!" Sauron said in triumph, before apparating out of the room. Frodo looked up, wondering if Sauron would return. The Maiar didn't return, leaving the hobbit to turn himself and his friends visible.

Frodo waited until Harry took off the cloak, before approaching Professor Snape. The gentle-hobbit stared at his teacher, unsure what to do. It was Harry who closed Snape's neck wound with his hand. Harry grabbed a vial, collecting Snape's tears before they absorbed into the skin.

"Take them to the Pensieve." Snape murmured to Harry and Frodo. "Both of you. Take it there." He looked at Harry, longingly. "You have your mother's eyes." He drew one last breath, turned his head to the side, and moved no more.

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