You were looking down upon the seventh floor corridor of Hogwarts. There were distant shouts and bangs and commotion from every direction. Death eaters were walking down the corridor making you worry. What could of happened to let servants of You Know Who into the school.

Fred and Percy charged around, wands held up ready. They looked terrible. Lines of worry carved into their faces and blood and dirt stuck to their pale freckled skin.

Without a word a fight began against the death eaters and your friends. You suspected your boyfriend George is near by and most likely your future self.

BANG! A sudden crash echoes through your ears and before your own eyes you witness Fred flung backwards through the air and become trapped beneath the rubble. Oh MERLIN NO! Not Fred! Not Fred!

Air rushes into your lungs as you come into focus sitting upright it your four-poster bed. You heaved and wiped at your burning eyes. 'Perhaps,' you thought, 'perhaps sometimes your stupid visions could be wrong. But no, they never were. '

No! No, you refuse! You will not let this happen! You swear to yourself that whatever the price you will save him! You and George can't suffer like that. You can't loose Fred, and you won't. You will make sure of that.

***

That vision left you distant and weak. You couldn't sleep most nights for fear of a repeat or a more vivid dream.

You didn't mean for it to happen but as you grew tired, you grew angry and would often snap at everyone who tried to speak to you. You even snapped at George one day during the Christmas break of your seventh year when he had jokingly compared you to Umbitch.

"No George! I don't care if you are joking! I am not in the mood! So stop or leave!"

All the Weasley looked taken aback at your actions having had you cheerful the last time they saw you, being before your latest vision.

Mr Weasley, a man you had come to love and never once seen angry before, slowly rose to his feet. "Y. N I don't know where this is coming from but you need to calm down. Don't tell my son to leave in his own house, or I will be forced to turn that to you. " He said it with a calm voice, but his lips trembled and his face grew red.

"Oh fine then! " you shouted your voice shrill, "I will leave, I wasn't particularly happy hear anyway! " You rose in a hurry and stormed out of the house before the could see the tears run down your face.

You heard footsteps run out after you and turned to see George one last time. The usual laughter vanished from his face and replaced with a seriousness and hurt you wished you had never caused. "Y. N? " he asked tentatively.

And with that you ran. You ran away from the house and people you loved. You tried to run faster that tears that raced the track down your cheeks. And you kept running until you collapsed in the early morning of the morrow.

You panted and heaved. Your eyes and your body and throat were on fire and your head hit the ground with a thud that rang through your ears.

When the sun was reaching directly above you, you took one last glimpse of your surroundings before apparating away.

***
You had kept hidden away from everyone for a a very long time. Years even. But you had been counting down to this day. You hadn't known when it would be but you stayed close to the castle of Hogwarts in waiting for the day to come.

The waiting. The determination. The detachment. It had driven you mad. But you were sane enough to complete your task, you were adamant about that.

You reached into your pocket and stroked the scrunched up piece of paper you had prepared prior to your arrival at the castle.

You waited at the seventh floor corridor, hidden behind a tapestry until the right moment.

Fred and Percy rushed past you and George stayed at the end of the tapestry.

George. You watched him as his brown eyes scanned the area before him. Your gut clenched as you blinked back tears. 'It is going to be worth it. ' You reminded yourself. You slipped the crimped paper from your inner pocket and inched your way toward your former lover. With his attention on the hallway before him, he noticed nothing as you slipped the paper into his pocket. You are carefully, as much as it hurt you, to avoid contact. With one last look you turned around.

You let out a deep breath. Your time had come. It would all be worth it.

A yell sounded out as the boys and death eaters begin to duel.

You knew how this went. You'd seen it before. Except this time, you would have your say. This time the outcome would be better off.

You charged out from behind the tapestry and raced around the corner. The commotion was just within your reach.

BANG!

You crash into Fred and push him away from yourself. You find joy as the rubble find a home atop you, to see George's relief as he races around the corner to find his twin safe.

And then you close your eyes. At peace at last.

***

Your funeral took place a month later on a rare sunny day.

Fred and George sat by your grave after the ceremony in troubled silence.

"She used to love sunny days, Freddie." George's voice was odd, distant. "What happened to her? "

Fred only breathed out through his nose noisily and gripped his twin's shoulder before leaving.

"Y. N. I- well I don't know..." This was a complicated thing. Your intentions had been to prevent his grief, but apparently your distancing had not worked efficiently. Their was sorrow and longing in George's eyes.

He sniffed and buried his hands I to his jacket. He hadn't worn the jacket since the war, but since that was when you had died he thought it appropriate.

As he buried his hands deeper he brushed a ball of paper that he didn't believe belonged to himself. Curious and excepting a distraction, he pulled it out and uncrumpled it.

His breath was snatched from him as he recognised a writing he hadn't seen in years. "Oh Merlin." He breathed. "Y. N...."

His eyes raced down the page as his eyes widened and filled with tears. He couldn't believe it. You, you had died saving Fred. You had grown distant to save Fred, because you didn't want him to be sad when you died. And you had apologized, not asking for or expecting his forgiveness.

But George just sighed. "I loved you Y. N, you fool. Of course I forgive you. "

George left a light kiss to your headstone. And left a whispered "Thank you, stupid. " and left.

This was sad. I am alive after ages again. Sorry guys. Thank you for putting up with me. Sorry for the ridikilus wait undercover_Fangirl97 hope this was what you were looking for.