"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that f...
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Fred didn't want to leave her body.
He sat motionless on the floor besides her in the Great Hall. His heart felt like someone had reached into his chest and ripped it right out. His eyes were stinging from all the tears they encountered as his gaze fell to the dirty ground.
He could hear people bustling around behind him, attending to the injured or bringing in more deceased on stretchers from the Hospital Wing. Some people would come over to him, place their hands on his shoulder and tell them how sorry they are for his loss before they'd move onto the next person. Neville and Luna sat besides the motionless body for several minutes, their heads bowed down as silence washed over them, before they eventually left the grieving husband.
The second wizarding war was over.
They had won.
However, Fred couldn't help but feel more like they lost and he was at fault for that. If he had moved away from the falling wall, she wouldn't have had to push him away. She wouldn't have had to sacrifice herself for him.
Her body laid flat and motionless on a dirty stretcher, right besides Remus. That image burned in Fred's mind every time he closed his eyes.
"She didn't want you to cry over her."
Fred picked up his head at the sound of Harry's voice. The spectacled boy noticed the pained expression on Fred's face. His eyes looked dull as tears glazed over them, "W-what?" Fred stuttered, his voice breaking due to the crying.
"I saw her," Harry explained, not daring to look at the dead body of his God-sister. He knelt down besides the ginger haired man, "She said she doesn't want you crying over her. That she'll always be here...with us."
Fred couldn't help but choke back a cry at the words. A fresh set of tears seemed to slide down his reddened cheeks as he imagined his Aurora scolding him for crying over her untimely death.
Harry placed one of his hands on top of Fred's shaky shoulder before he shoved his other one into the pocket of his jeans. He pulled it out slowly and held it above Fred's hands. With a confused expression on his tear-stained face, Fred looked up and when Harry nodded encouragingly, the ginger haired man opened his palms up, lying them flat in his lap.
With a sad sigh, Harry placed his fist down onto Fred's cold palm and opened it. Fred barely felt something small dropping from Harry's palm onto his when suddenly the spectacled boy moved his hand away, slowly and carefully.
"Is this what I think it is?" Fred questioned, his eyes practically boring holes in the tiny stone that sat cold but strangely comfortably in his palm.
Harry nodded, "Resurrection Stone," He confirmed, "Just please, don't over do it."
Fred let out a sniffle and nodded. He gripped his palm tightly, holding the Stone as tight as he could almost as if it would disappear just like Aurora had, "Thank you," He said sincerely, looking up at Harry, "Thank you."
AN- Yeahhhh, so that happened.
Honestly this death was a lot sadder to write than I first expected it to be. I knew from the start that I didn't want Fred to die and quite early on I got the idea of having Aurora sacrifice herself for him. I hoped that it would've been easy to write it seeing as I've known for a pretty long time that this would happen but I was INCREDIBLY wrong and it had honestly been so heartbreaking writing the last few chapters, but it kind of shows how war can affect everyone and unfortunately not everyone gets their happy endings as much as I would've loved to write them.
I might eventually do an alternative ending once I've finished this story? Kind of like a what if scenario, maybe even a couple; one where Fred dies and one where none of them die just to explore more than one scenario.
