dead eaters

Let’s talk about the battle in the Department of Mysteries for a sec. So after the group gets split up, Harry, Hermione and Neville go one way and Ron, Ginny and Luna the other. The next time we see the latter group Ginny’s ankle is busted and Ron’s brain is addled. Luna says that the Death Eaters blew up a planet in the planetarium and hit Ron with some sort of hex.

Let’s take a moment to examine that. If the curse that hit the planet had hit any of the kids, they’d be dead. So the Death Eater probably missed, hit the planet ahead of them, injuring Ginny. But here’s the important part: the one who actually gets hit by the hex? Ron.

Why is this important? Because Ron is consistently described throughout the series as tall. Like, every time Harry sees him after the beginning of summer he’s described as having shot up. Again. On the other hand Ginny is described as “the small one” by Bellatrix Lestrange. But Ron is behind her. I don’t know if you know this but tall people can run really fast. I am not particularly fit but I am tall. And I can pour on the speed when my adrenaline’s up, which I have no doubt was the case for everyone in the Department of Mysteries. But he’s behind her.

Because he did that deliberately. He kept his body between the Death Eaters and the girls. He shielded them from their spells. Because those he cares about are more important to him than his own life.

I don’t know, I just think about this a lot.

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Always ~ Fred Weasley imagine

Originally posted by outofmindsayo

Hi!Can I have a fred weasley imagine where it’s the final battle hogwarts the reader is like a female harry so voldemort is after her and after going into the hall she finds her parents Remus and Tonks injured along with Fred, so when she tells them she’s going to the forbidden forest to confront him they get upset but they let her go when fred sees her “dead” he loses it along with tonks And you can include 19 years later too?basically the ending of deathly hallows pt 2 alot of dialogue please

mentions of blood.

[A/N: (Y/F/N) means Your Full name :).]


The day had finally come. The Battle of Hogwarts. Death Eaters were seen fighting the staff and students around every corner. You entered the great hall, and you felt your heart break at the sight.

Classmates. Teachers. Friends. All either injured or dead.

You searched for Remus and Tonks. You knew what you had to do.

As you searched among the faces, your eyes finally landed on them, and you immediately ran over to them and into their arms.

“(Y/N), thank goodness you’re alright,” Tonks breathed, holding you tightly.

“We were so worried,” Remus choked.

“I’m okay, you guys.” You paused and looked at them.

“What’s the matter?” Tonks asked, searching your face for an answer.

You took in a breath. “I have to face him.”

They both looked extremely puzzled.

“I have to go to the forbidden forest and face Lord Voldemort.”

“(Y/N), you will not! We’ve lost enough in this war, we aren’t losing you too!” Remus shouted, his eyebrows furrowing in anger.

You were about to speak, but a loud cry caused you to turn your head.

Across the room, you saw Mrs. Weasley leaning over a body. You ran over to her.

When you saw why she was crying, all the color drained from your face.

Your boyfriend of nearly 4 years, Fred Weasley, lied there on the floor as stiff as a corpse with a bloody gash on his cheek.

You brought your hand up to your mouth as tears began welling up in your eyes.

“Mrs. Weasley… He isn’t… Please tell me he isn’t,” you sobbed, getting down on your knees next to her.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” she cried, taking your hand in hers.

You felt sick looking down at his lifeless figure. Memories of the two of you rushed into your mind like a tsunami. You thought of when you first met him on the train; you became a victim of one of his pranks by accident. The moment your eyes met, you both felt a spark.

You’d never be able to gaze into his eyes again.

Everyone thought he was dead. But, no one could see his chest ever so slightly rise and fall. His breathing was faint and so was his heartbeat. He was trapped in his head. His limbs felt like they weighed tons. He wanted desperately to tell you he was alive, but he couldn’t move.

You leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on his lips, your lips trembling as you did, and stood up.

Anger and sadness took over your entire being. You began to make your way to the exit, not stopping for anything, until someone grabbed your arm.

“(Y/N), don’t. Please…” Remus begged, holding onto you tightly.

“People are dying! My friends! My teachers! Fred!” Your voice cracked as you said his name. You looked away from him.

“I can’t let any more people die,” you whimpered.

Remus stared at you with a sad and scared look. Then, he slowly let go of your arm and wrapped you in a hug.

“Come back alive… Please.” He held you close to him. You buried your face, crying into his shoulder.

You pulled back from the hug and wiped away your tears. “I’ll try.” And with that, you left the Great Hall.


The forest was dark and cold. You made your way into a clearing where you saw them.

The Death Eaters. And Lord Voldemort.

They all turned around when they heard your footsteps.

You looked around, your wand in your hand, and saw they had Hagrid tied up.

“(Y/N)?! No! What’re you doing here?!” He cried out.

“Quiet!” A Death Eater hissed.

Your eyes focused on Voldemort. His pale eyes were piercing into yours, making you feel uneasy, but you had to shake that feeling.

You had to face him. And you had to die.

“(Y/F/N),” Voldemort began, his voice raspy and cold. “The girl who lived…”

“Come to die…”

As he finished his sentence, he slowly began to raise his wand, and pointed it directly at you.

You took in a breath and closed your eyes, awaiting impact, drowning out everything.

“Avada Kedavra!” He shouted. A green light shined, you felt a massive explosion, and when you opened your eyes, you were in someplace quiet and white.

But, you weren’t dead.


Narcissa proclaimed that you were “dead” to the Death Eaters, and Hagrid carried your body all the way back to Hogwarts, doing his best to hold back tears.

As they all marched up to the school, everyone inside began filing out once they saw Voldemort leading his army.

“Who is that… Who is Hagrid carrying? Who is it, Neville?” Ginny questioned, worried she already knew the answer. All the students were staring, trying to figure out who was in Hagrid’s arms, including Fred, who was very much alive.

“(Y/F/N) is dead!” Lord Voldemort announced.

Those words shot Fred right in the chest. “No…” he whispered, shaking his head. “No!” Fred cried loudly. He tried to run to you, but George grabbed him and held him back as he tried to fight to get away.

“(Y/N) is dead. From this day forth… You’ll put your faith in me.”

Everyone was dead silent.

“(Y/F/N) is dead!” He cackled once more as the Death Eaters laughed along.

He then told everyone to either join him or die.

After Draco was forced to go to his parents, you heard Neville’s voice.

He was giving a speech. At the end, he unsheathed a sword.

There was your opportunity.

You tumbled out of Hagrid’s arms and stood up, causing a chorus of gasps to fill the air. Tears welled up in Fred’s eyes and he began to smile.

“Confringo!” You yelled, causing a distraction. Then, you ran.

Voldemort desperately threw spells your way, hoping one would hit you, but you were gone and out of sight.

Death Eaters began to flee as all the students ran inside the school, including you. One of the teachers put up a barrier in front of the entrance once everyone was inside.

You were going to win this fight.


The battle against Voldemort was gruesome, but as Neville destroyed Nagini, the final horcrux, Voldemort grew weak enough for you to defeat him.

Hogwarts had won.

As you walked through the Great Hall, covered in cuts, dirt, and blood, the room was warm. No worries or fears. It was the calm after the storm.

You gazed around the room, looking at all the broken bits of the hall that now laid on the ground as rubble.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice shouted.

You slowly turned around and saw Fred standing at the entrance of the Great Hall. You both started walking towards each other. Then slowly the two of you broke into a sprint, and slammed into each other’s arms.

“Freddie, I-I thought you were dead,” you sobbed into his shoulder, gripping tightly onto his torn shirt.

“I thought you were dead,” he cried back, burying his face in your neck.

You both broke away from the hug and gazed at each other for a moment. Fred caressed your cheek with his thumb, placing his free hand on the small of your back.

“You know, even when you’re smudged with dirt and smoke and blood… You’re still just as gorgeous as the first day I met you,” Fred smirked, staring deeply into your eyes. You let out a laugh.

“You mean the day where you got orange paint all in my hair and all over my robes? And I bloody yelled at you for it but ended up laughing it off with you?”

“Yes, that day,” he smiled. “The day I knew you were the one for me.”

Your lips curved into a smile as you rested your head against his chest, so thankful to hear his heart beating.

“Don’t ever leave me, Fred…”

He let out a sigh. “I don’t plan on that, love.”

There was silence until Fred gently pulled you away from his chest.

“What’s the matter?”

Fred took both of your hands in his and looked down at his feet.

“(Y/N), I…”


“I-I need to marry you.”

Your eyes went wide. “Come again?”

“God, this is a mess. I know this isn’t romantic whatsoever; if this were in any other place, I swear to you, (Y/N), I’d have bloody fireworks and roses.” He paused.

“But, this whole war has made me realize that… Life is short… And, (Y/N), I need to spend the rest of my life with you. I am so madly in love with you and there’s no one else I’d rather be together with. I want to wake up next to you, and cook breakfast with you, and kiss you whenever I want.”

“Freddie…” you smiled.

“I want to start and end my day with you, every day for as long as I live,” he stopped to gaze at you, placing a hand on your cheek.

“Marry me, (Y/N). I promise I’ll be the best husband I can be, and make you laugh, and smile, and live every day to the fullest.”

Your eyes began to well up with tears again. You didn’t speak. Instead, you grabbed Fred by his shirt collar, stood up on your tippy toes, and pressed your lips against his.

A smile from Fred crept its way into the kiss. He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The two of you threw every bit of passion you had in your bodies into that kiss.

Eventually, you both broke away.

“So, was that a yes?” Fred teased.

“Of course, you git,” you laughed, playfully smacked him on the chest. He then pulled you into another kiss.


“Got everything, dear?” You asked your daughter. She nodded gleefully, glancing at her cart of luggage.

“Remember, young man; if you’re going to cause any trouble…” Fred paused from speaking to his son to see if you were listening.

“Don’t get caught,” he finished with a wink.

“Okay, you two. Give mum and dad some love,” you smiled, holding your arms open.

Your children attacked the two of you with hugs.

The Hogwarts train let out a hiss, signaling for everyone to get on.

“Here are your tickets. Stick together, be safe, and don’t go near the whomping willow!” You stressed, handing them their train tickets. They both gave you a strange look.

“You’ll know what she’s talking about when you get there,” Fred added.

The two of you watched your kids board the Hogwarts train. They waved goodbye as the train began to leave.

“Don’t forget to write!” You called out.

You let out a content sigh and rested your head on your husband Fred’s shoulder as he placed an arm around yours.

Your life had become wonderful. A few months after the battle, you married Fred. Not long after that, you had two beautiful children. Life was grand.

You gazed up at Fred and he smiled back down at you. He then gave you a sweet peck on the lips and the two of you watched as the train left the station.

Life couldn’t be better.

~The End~
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