Harry Potter Oneshots

Fred Weasley - Counterspells to Magic

A/N: So this was asked by @johnwatsonisbae and they wanted a Fred Weasley fanfic where he didn't die. They gave me a lot of free space to imagine what I wanted so I hope it satisfies you, and I'm sorry it took so long, it's mostly because I had a lot in mind and it's 20 pages. So yeah, it's a long one. I'll explain in the end what will happen to this book, since I haven't uploaded for a year.

If the screams and explosions outside were any indication of what Hogwarts was facing, I don't know what was. It was truly a war for good and evil, and while I didn't exactly want to go out and risk death, sadness, and people who I love on the ground unmoving and neglected, I had to go out to help more people. There were injured students, my class out there, and I wasn't going to have them die alone, if anything.

Running through the halls of my beloved school, I tried to help as much as I could, but kept the reason I was away from the Hospital Wing in mind, Madam Pomfrey would want me back to help soon. The Death Eaters had made it through the defenses, and Merlin, was it hell in a nutshell. Everywhere I turned, I would find fellow students and the Order of the Phoenix fighting to ward off the Death Eaters from entering our school and killing off our last bit of hope. I heard telling thumps above me, and I scrambled up the stairs, ending up close to where the Room of Requirements was.

Vaguely remembering that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the Room of Requirements, I put on a burst of speed, no way was I going to let them die on me now. I found two Weasleys by the names Fred and Percy, I believe, warding off a group of Death Eaters, by the Room instead. They were talking, unaware of one of the Death Eaters making their way dangerously close to them.

"Watch out!" I shrieked. He was going to use a spell, and I needed to do something. I wasn't going to let a Weasley die, not if I could do something about it. "Protego!"

In a split second, the shield made its way around the two gingers just as the Death Eater cast a Confringo. Stumbling from the vibrations of the impact, I saw Fred Weasley's smile freeze as he realized just how close he'd touched Death. But thankfully, he seemed ok. I allowed myself to breathe easier for a moment, before joining the two gingers.

"Are you both ok?" I asked casting quick glances at both of them before helping to attack the Death Eaters.

"Yeah, we're fine" Fred answered, his tone shaking.

"That's good," I noticed the Golden Trio had joined us across the hall, their clothes singed and their faces flushed like they had been too close to a fire. The Death Eaters seemed to realize they were outnumbered, and retreated from the scene immediately.

I ran over to the Golden Trio and stared at the three of them. "You look worse for wear," I noted, checking their bodies for burns I could heal. "Did you find what you need? Are you ok?"

"We're fine, just, we need to get one more thing, and it'll require us to do our share of fighting outside," Hermione said, turning towards the stairs, waving her hand towards the Harry and Ron. "Come on."

"Ok," I hesitated, before running down the stairs after them. "Wait, I don't know if this will help, but good luck. Make sure you make it out of this battle alive ok?"

All three of them turned, their faces holding grim expressions, an epitome for the Battle at Hogwarts. It was going on for too long, I couldn't bear to lose more of those I held dear, and while they'd be making empty promises, I needed to hear that. It would give me an inkling of hope to hear them say it, to give me a reason to keep fighting with all I've got while Death lurks around me.

"We will make it through this. We all will," Harry stated firmly, "This Battle will be the end of Voldemort, I promise."

The conviction in his tone threw me off, but I hesitantly nodded, smiling as best as I could at theses three, who I trust would find a way to lead Voldemort to his downfall. "Go save the world then."