Fictional Characters Everyone Loved That Did Not Deserve To Die

Harry Potter: Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley

Who: one of the seven Weasleys, George's twin, one of Hogwart's most known students mostly because of all the trouble he and George caused. 

Killed by: an explosion (sounds lame, yeah, but it still carried one of the most beloved characters in the wizarding world into the hands of Death)

Where: Hogwarts Castle

When: Battle of Hogwarts, Sat, May 2, 2018

Last moments (copied directly from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The book was written by JK Rowling in the year 2007):

'Hello, Minister!' bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. 'Did I mention I'm resigning?'

'You're joking, Perce!' shouted Fred, as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground  with tiny spikes erupting all over him, he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin. Fred looked at Percy with glee.

"You actually are joking, Perce ... I don't think I've heard you joke since you were -"

The air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and Percy, the two Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured: and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed, temporarily, at bay, he world was rent apart. Harry felt himself flying through the air, and all he could do was hold on as tightly as possible to that thin stick of wood that was his one and only weapon, and shield his head in his arms: he heard the screams and yells of his companions without a hope of knowing what happened to them -

And then the world resolved itself into pain and semi-darkness: he was half-buried in the wreckage of a corridor that had been subjected to a terrible attack: cold air told him that the side of the castle had been blown away and hot stickiness on his cheek told him that he was bleeding copiously. Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides that expressed agony of a kind neither a flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened that he had been that day, more frightening, perhaps, than he had been in his life ...

And Hermione was struggling to her feet. and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood. 

'No - no - no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred No!' 

And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.