Elinor was left with nothing after the Second Wizarding War.
She was just another fighter, another witch, some alumni who battled darkness and won but lost to the glorious shadow of Harry Potter. Not a worthy acknowledgement was left to paint her du...
03/05/2001 The Rousseau's Residence, Kingswear, Devon ¬
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"GEORGE? IS— IS EVERYTHING OKAY— OOF."
Elinor's breath was knocked out of her chest as a pair of strong arms literally squeezed her body. George buried his face in the nook of her neck and sighed into her hair, as if he was relieved beyond words.
She patted his back in confusion, "Are you okay? Is something wrong?"
"Thank you," he mumbled, "For surviving."
"...Huh?"
"It was Fred." George straightened his back and placed both of his hands firmly on her shoulders.
The dead laid in a row in the middle of the Hall. There was Lupin... and Tonks...
George was kneeling at Fred's head; Mrs. Weasley was lying across Fred's chest, her body shaking, Mr. Weasley stroking her hair while tears cascaded down his cheeks. Hermione approached Ginny, whose face was swollen and blotchy, and hugged her. Ron joined Bill, Fleur, and Percy, who flung an arm around Ron's shoulders.
They mourned the loss of their family and friends, letting their emotions got the best of them for a moment.
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He repeated in a clearer voice, "It was Fred. I wasn't there, but I heard enough stories to know what happened when he died. There was the Minister, and two Death Eaters, and Fred and Percy were dueling them. You were running right towards them. Fred was right beside you, and he died, but thank God you didn't die as well, because if you did, I don't know how I'm supposed to live with the two of you gone—"
"Whoa! Slow down!" Elinor exclaimed, "Are you saying that the other guy in the rubble was Fred? He died when the same wall exploded?"
"Percy and Ron said there were three bodies. One was Fred, one was a guy, and the other was a girl. It was you, wasn't it?"
"Uh... Maybe?" Elinor frowned.
"They said they couldn't see anything but long, black hair and blood. Maybe that's why nobody recognized you. You really were on the verge of death—"
"George, hey..." Elinor reached up to stroke his cheek gently, "It's okay. Besides, if I died right there and then, you wouldn't even know about me and you wouldn't feel any loss, right?"
