NO SIGNAL ➝ FRED WEASLEY [1] ✓

ONE HUNDRED [THE BATTLE OF HOGWARTS]

hold onto ur hats ladies gents and non binary friends bc this one is gonna be wild

As she stunned the Death Eater closest to her, Amelia was wracked with worry about her sister.

It had been over an hour since she'd last seen Bellamy, and she should have been back by now.

"D'you think you lot can handle this corridor?" Amelia shouted to Ginny and Dean Thomas, who fought by her side.

Ginny, hair wild and brown eyes bright with frenzy, looked over her shoulder at Amelia and nodded.

This nod of confirmation was all it took for Amelia to turn and run in the other direction, keeping an eye out for anyone who might try to hurt her. The way was mostly clear, although the hallway was littered with bodies she didn't dare get close enough to to identify.

"Avada ke-"

"Stupefy!"

She whirled around and found Oliver Wood himself standing over the unconsious form of a Death Eater who must have come from the shadows.

"T-Thanks, Cap." She stammered, pausing to hug the man, who looked much older than he did the last time she saw him.

Oliver simply nodded in response. "Where're you headed?"

She pocketed her wand for a moment, tying her hair up into a ponytail. "I'm trying to find my sister, and maybe Fred if I can."

"Mind if I join?"

Amelia and Oliver carefully traversed the corridors of the castle, searching for recognizable faces amid the ruin caused by all the fighting.

When she finally spotted a head of familiar blonde hair a ways away, she had to stop herself from screaming her sister's name and running towards her. Instead, she tiptoed in her direction and felt relief wash over her when she saw that Fleur and Reese were also with Bellamy.

The five of them didn't have time for pleasantries, so Amelia jumped right to the point:

"Have any of you seen Fred?" She asked, looking around just in case he happened to be in their vicinity.

Bellamy nodded. "Yes, actually—just a few minutes ago. He was upstairs with Percy the last time I saw him."

Amelia held back a grin. "Can you take me to him?"

When her sister nodded again, she turned to the others. "You lot go help wherever you can, yeah? We'll meet up with you later."

Bellamy grabbed Amelia's hand, and the two of them ducked into a side hallway that led to a set of stairs that, luckily, hadn't been destroyed yet.

"They were just up these stairs last time I saw them." Bellamy whispered in her sister's ear.

Amelia stayed close to the wall as she crept up the staircase, wand at the ready in case anyone jumped out at them.

The torches in the hallway at the top of the stairs were all blown out, and the only things lighting up the corridor were flashes of red, green, and blue magic. It was hard to identify who was fighting due to the darkness, but in the flashes of light Amelia could point out two heads of ginger hair and a man with dark hair and a grey beard.

Amelia almost gasped, revealing their position to the Death Eater that was duelling with the love of her life, but Bellamy slapped her palm over her open mouth, silencing whatever sound would have come from Amelia's lips.

It was the same man from the beach all those months ago.

"Confrigo!" The Death Eater pointed his wand at the wall above the boys' heads and shouted the spell.

The wall exploded into a dozen large chunks of rock that rained down on the Weasley boys, and there was a sickening crack as the rock hit them.

"No!" Amelia burst before she could stop herself, and she aimed her wand with not even a second of hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light shot from her wand and hit the Death Eater square in the chest. He dropped to the ground, unmoving.

Amelia rushed to the pile of rubble, digging through it to find him.

The rocks scraped her bare hands and, despite the fact that her palms were beginning to bleed, she hurled bricks out of the way until she found an arm.

"Oh, god." A sob fell from her lips, and she continued to pull the rocks away from his body until she had uncovered most of his torso.

She pressed a hand over her mouth to hold in more cries of heartbreak.

"Freddie, please wake up." Amelia begged, barely aware of Bellamy digging through the rubble a meter away. "Please, baby. Open your eyes. Please."

His brown eyes flew open to reveal blown pupils and a burst blood vessel in his right eye, but he was alive. Hurt, but alive.

"Ow." Fred groaned.

Her hands hovered around his body, unsure of how to help him.

Bellamy screamed from where she sat a few feet over, but Amelia paid no mind.

"Freddie, can you hear me?"

Fred mumbled something that she couldn't quite hear, and she leaned towards him so her ear was right above his lips.

"My—my pocket."

She looked at him, confused. "What? Where does it hurt? What can I do?" She said.

He frowned, one arm fumbling weakly for her hand. "My pocket." He insisted.

He finally grabbed her hand with his own, and he pulled their joined hands towards the right pocket of his jeans, where something square bulged through the fabric.

"Freddie, what—"

She stopped mid-sentence when she finally was able to wriggle the square-shaped object out of his pants, and she was shocked to discover the little ring box she'd found way back in August.

"Open it." He said, voice frail and unsteady.

Amelia did as she was told.

Inside the box was a diamond ring.

"Can I propose to you now?"

She looked back at his face, and her expression was almost angry.

"Seriously?" She exclaimed, half laughing, half crying. "You nearly get yourself killed and you want to propose?"

Fred had the nerve to give her a cheeky grin. "Well?"

"Yes, you idiot. I'll marry you."

She leaned down to kiss him properly, only just now hearing Bellamy's sobs.

"Amelia." The younger of the Bishop twins whimpered.

Amelia carefully stood up, pulling Fred upright with her, and took a few steps towards her sister.

When she saw the body still buried in the rubble, her stomach turned, and she leaned behind a column to vomit.

Percy Weasley, with a massive head wound, hollow expression, and empty eyes, laid under a thousand pounds of rocks, staring off into nothingness.

He was dead.

Tears in his eyes, Fred held back his cries. "He—he tried to push me out of the way. He tried to save me." He said solemnly.

With the help of a passing student that Amelia didn't know the name of, they carried Percy's body back to the Great Hall, where all of the injured and dead had been taken.

Amelia didn't think she would ever forget the scream that ripped out of Molly Weasley's throat when she saw her dead son.