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Angelina hurried down the stairs, looking. Everywhere was full of people doing the same thing, looking for family, looking for friends, looking for any survivors. The war was finally over, but at a cost, an unknown cost at the moment, and that was why people were running around all over the castle, looking. Angelina was making her way towards the Great Hall when she bumped into Katie. "Ange!" Katie cried, "have you seen Lee anywhere?" Angelina shook her head; she hadn't noticed Lee since he had left the Room of Requirements. She then asked Katie, "Have you seen Fred anywhere?" Again, the negative answer was the one received. "I hope that they both are okay," said Katie as she continued on her way.

Angelina was starting to panic slightly as she continued down to the Great Hall. She hadn't seen any of the Weasleys for quite awhile, and was dreading the worst. But at the same time she still couldn't believe that the war was actually over, Voldemort defeated once and for all, and it had been Harry who had done it. She still sometimes saw Harry was that little scrawny eleven year old who had played Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Harry now was a nationwide, and possibly a worldwide hero.

When she arrived in the Great Hall she looked nervously around. She wanted to know what the cost had been, but she didn't want to see any of her friends there. She let out a gasp; there on the floor lay her old professor, Remus Lupin. He had been the best DADA professor in all of Angelina's years at Hogwarts. Next to him lay a woman, who she knew had to be the professor's wife. Angelina knew that the couple had a three-week-old son and that he never would know his parents. Why the young had to die and leave their families and children, Angelina didn't know. She continued down the hall and suddenly her heart stopped.

There in the corner was a redheaded family, who only could be the Weasley family, surrounding what only could be a body. Angelina began to silently count who was there, dreading finding out who was the injured one, for she refused to think of any of the Weasleys as being dead. All of them were too full of life. Ginny was easy to spot, since she was the only girl except for Fleur and she recognized Ron was well, despite his rather disheveled appearance. Percy was on Ginny's other side. Why that git had showed up, Angelina didn't know. Bill also was noticeable because of his scars with Fleur in his arms, and next to him was Charlie. She saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley by one of the twins, and then her heart stopped again with the realization that the injured Weasley had to be one of the twins, and that could not be. Nothing ever happened to just one of the twins, everything always happened to both of them. The twin reached up and brushed his hair out of his face, revealing a hole where an ear should have been. Angelina let out a strangled cry when she realized that the person lying on the ground was Fred, her Fred.

She rushed forward and one of the Weasleys, Charlie, turned and saw her. He ran towards her and grabbed her around the waist before she reached the rest of the family. "W-w-what h-happened?" she gasped. "He-he's alright. Is-isn't he, Fred?" she asked, dreading the answer.

Charlie brought his arm up and tried to wipe away the tears that were running down his cheeks, but they just kept coming. Charlie slowly shook his head in response to Angelina's question. "No Angelina, Fred's not with us anymore."

Angelina let out a scream and wrenched herself from Charlie's grasp, running the rest of the way to the Weasleys. There was no longer any room for doubt in her heart, it was Fred who was on the ground. It was Fred who was surrounded by his family. It was Fred who was . . . dead. Then suddenly the world went black to Angelina.

When Angelina woke up in the hospital wing, she didn't care what time it was. It could have been minutes, hours, or even years since it had happened, but it wouldn't have mattered to her. All she could think about was that Fred was gone. She desperately hoped that this was all just one big nightmare and she would wake up soon ready to play Quidditch, but she knew that this was a false hope. Fred was gone from her life, never to return.

"Ange?" said someone quietly.

Angelina looked up; it was Katie and Alicia. Angelina smiled weakly at her two friends. "What happened?" she asked.

"You fainted," said Alicia. "Thankfully Charlie caught you, so you didn't hit your head on anything."

Angelina nodded. The pain in her heart was too much for her to speak. She was afraid that she would break down in front of her friends, and she knew that she couldn't. "Ange," said Katie. "It's alright. Go ahead and let it out. It will help, believe me."

Angelina looked up at her two friends. They were both giving her encouraging smiles. She took a deep breath and the tears came. "Why did it have to be Fred?" she wondered, as the tears streamed down her cheeks. She struggled to catch her breath as the tears continued to stream down her cheeks, harder and harder as the seconds passed.

Before long, it was no longer tears, there were screams as well. "Why did it have to be you?" she shouted through her sobs. "What were you doing? You promised that you'd come back to me!" Katie was sitting on the bed, rubbing Angelina's back and not saying anything. Alicia was rubbing Angelina's hand and sitting quietly by the bed.

It must have been at least ten minutes before Angelina was out of tears, she continued to scream for quite some time after her tears were gone. Hardly anything that she said was coherent, but she was getting it out, and that was what Katie and Alicia cared about. In a couple more minutes, Angelina had cried herself to sleep, and Katie and Alicia left her for the time being. "I know this sounds awful, but I'm so thankful that Lee is fine," said Alicia.

Katie nodded in understanding, "Just don't let Angelina hear you say it like that. Let her know that Lee's okay, but just that, nothing more." Alicia agreed and the two went to the Gryffindor common room to wait out the rest of the night.