#battle of Hogwarts

[basiatlu]

Be desperate to leave these ashes behind, be reborn, and live another day. Take flight.

[folklaur21]

What would've should've been

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!ravenclaw!reader

Summary: Theodore Nott didn't truly know what love felt like until he found you. But now all he can do is sit and imagine what should've been.

Warnings: Mentions of death/killing, Battle of Hogwarts, use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.3k

Before You

Theodore Nott isn't the happiest person in the world. Scratch that, he might be the most subdued, emotionally complex guy to have ever existed. Hardly anything made him smile, next to nothing made him laugh. That's just how he was, is, and how he will always be.

It isn't completely his fault. People are never born 'sad' or 'emotionless'. Theo was brought up this way. It was ingrained into him as a child, silently impacting his life forever, and he didn't even realise it. Well, that was until his mother died. At the hands of his father.

Theodore's mother was a gentle soul. Sweet and caring, she always looked after her son. She gave him everything a child needed, wanted, and then some. The one thing she couldn't provide for Theo? A stable father, who wasn't an alcoholic, abusive pig. Though she did try, the fear she had of Theodore's father never ceased throughout their marriage. She just had to try to shelter Theodore from this cold, uncaring lifestyle.

She could only protect her son so much. When Theodore was just nine years old, she couldn't take the abuse from his father anymore. So she tried to escape. From her house, from her husband, from her life. Yet she failed. And he found out. Theodore Nott Sr. was not happy with this. So he did the only thing that he thought could ease his troubles. He killed his wife. The mother of his child. The child that had heard the Unforgiveable Curse uttered from his father's lips. The child who watched the flash of green light emitted from his father's wand. The child who had to watch his own mother, the only person who truly cared for him, die.

When he started Hogwarts, Theodore wanted a somewhat fresh start. Free from the burdens of his home life, he made friends.(Arguably, they were friends who his father would have approved of. If his father even cared.) At school, Theodore worked hard, and tried to mask the emotions he had always been told to oppress. Anger. Hatred. Vulnerability. So none of his friends truly knew what his life was like. Except for Lorenzo.

Theo told Enzo Berkshire everything. It was easier, having someone understand why you were like you were. Someone who you trusted with your deepest, darkest secrets. Someone who cared about you. That's how the two became best friends. Practically inseparable, 24/7.

During You

Having a connection with someone was something Theodore didn't truly seek throughout his lifetime. Especially now, in his fourth year at Hogwarts. Apart from Enzo, he was fine with keeping to himself, keeping a low profile and staying out of everyone's way. That was, until he saw you.

"Enzo, I don't want to go."

"Please, Theo, I want you to come. I'll be lonely without you." Enzo pleaded with his friend.

"I don't want to go to the Yule Ball. And besides, I didn't ask anyone to go with me." Theodore replied, still resisting the idea.

"So? No-one really cares if you're with someone or not. It's supposed to be fun." Enzo says with a sigh as he flops down next to Theo on his bed.

Theo scoffs. "Says you! How many girls asked you to go with them? 15?"

Lorenzo turns slightly pink at his friend's comment. "23..."

Theo lets out an exasperated sigh. "Exactly," Theo says, but after a moment he decides, "I will go to the ball with you Enz. Only because it's that, or sit around here or in the common room with all the first years."

So, that was how he ended up standing at the side of the Great Hall, sipping a glass of pumpkin juice, and watching all of his friends dancing with whoever they brought to the Ball. Theo didn't really mind. Once again, he was merely waiting in the wings, not really expecting anything grand to happen to him. At least, that's what he thought would happen. Until he saw you.

You were with some of your friends on the dancefloor. Laughing and smiling, you were carefree, living your life to it's full potential. Theo couldn't bear to take his eyes off of you. It's not like you would have seen him anyway, with him lurking in the shadows.

After he had spent what felt like forever watching you, Enzo came to his friend's side, offering a new glass of pumpkin juice, which Theo gladly accepted.

"Who's that?" Theo asked his friend, nodding his head in your direction.

"That's Y/N. Y/L/N I think. She's in Ravenclaw. She's actually quite clever, I sat next to her in arithmancy last year." Enzo pauses for a second. "Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know," Theo shrugs, nonchalant. "I just... don't remember seeing her before, that's all."

"Oh. Well, she's really kind. And sweet." Enzo smiles before rushing of again to resume dancing, leaving Theo to mull over his thoughts. Thoughts of you.

A week later, whilst sat in Potions, Theodore couldn't help but watch you, sitting across from him in the classroom. Strange. He had never noticed you before, but now it seemed you were the only thing plaguing his mind. He hardly took any notice of Professor Snape that lesson, watching you as you took notes with your brow furrowed, and how you twirled your quill around in your fingertips if you seemed distracted.

Over the next few weeks, Theodore Nott grew to know lots about you, even if you didn't yet realise it. He knew your favourite subject (Charms), your favourite sweets from Honeydukes (Chocolate Frogs, because you collected the cards). He even knew how you liked to spend your Sundays (sat in the courtyard with a book and a hot chocolate). Theo was drawn to you, for some unknown reason, and not even he could figure out why.

In the weeks leading up to your exams, you spent an increasing amount of time in the library, studying. Funnily enough, so did Theodore. He wanted to do well academically, even if his friends preferred skiving off and messing with first years. So, that was how he came to speak to you for the first time, five whole months after he was first captivated by you.

"Can I sit here? All the other tables are either occupied or slightly sticky and I don't want to mess up my books"

"Uhh, sure!" Theodore said, shocked that you had even come over to him. "No," he told himself. "She's only over here because nowhere else was free. Don't get your hopes up."

"I'm Y/N, by the way." You smile at him, and wave your wand to get your books laid out on the desk in front of you.

"Theodore. But you can call me Theo." Theodore said, as he found himself smiling in return.

The two of you started to talk about anything and everything; school, exams, your hobbies, interests, just your lives in general. And that's how Theo realised that, maybe he wasn't such a cold, uncaring teenager after all.

A week or so later, the two of you were sat under the shade of an oak tree overlooking the Black Lake, studying for, you guessed it, exams. That moment was when Theo finally plucked up enough courage to ask you something.

"Hey, Y/N?" he asked, taking a deep breath.

"What?" you replied, looking up from your book.

"I was wondering, would you maybe like to, and it's OK if you don't, I don't mind, you don't have to say yes or anything because it's completely your choice-"

"Spit it out, Theo!" you giggled, humoured by his rambling.

"Right. Sorry." Theo said, trying to calm himself down. "Umm, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend? And could we possibly go to the Three Broomsticks? You know, just... us?"

Your eyes widened, before you smiled at the boy's worried expression. "Of course! Theo I'd love to."

You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before returning to your book, leaving Theodore grinning as if he'd just won the lottery. Which, with you, he basically had.

After You

It had been a while since Theodore Nott had been back at Hogwarts. Since he had gotten the Dark Mark, at his father's force, he had stayed working for The Dark Lord, being a Death Eater. He hated it. It was a life his father had forced him into, a life which wasn't truly his. And now he was back at the one place which had been a home to him, but now he was here to destroy it.

Theo tried to look for you. The one person who he trusted, and the one person who trusted him. Theo wasn't here to fight. He wasn't here to kill. He couldn't do that here. His safe place, where his father couldn't physically torture him. Where you were.

Before his sixth year at Hogwarts, Theo was held under the Imperius curse by his father, and the searing skull tattoo, the tattoo that would hurt him forever, was imprinted into his left arm. When school started again, he couldn't bear to tell you, his girlfriend, what had happened. But he did, because between you two, there were no secrets. When you found out, all you were was supportive. You helped Theo though his pain and anguish, but what he didn't know is that when you first found out, you cried for hours. Crying about his future, your future, angry at the world you live in for being so cruel. Crying was really the only thing you could do.

After Dumbledore's death, Theodore did what he thought would be best for your relationship, best for you.

"You can't be serious, Theodore?" you said, trying to keep your voice levelled and clear, holding back the tears.

That hurt Theo. You never called him Theodore, unless you were really frustrated. Which hadn't happened until now. "Y/N please, I have to, it's for your safety."

"My SAFETY? Theo, I couldn't care less about that right now. Please, don't do this." You couldn't hold back any longer. The tears were now streaming down your face.

"I don't want to, but-"

"But what, Theo? I love you!"

"I love you too, but-"

"Then surely that's all that matter?" you say, exasperated. "We love each other. We can run away together, and live in hiding until it's safe for us to come out, to be together."

"No, we can't, you know we can't, we'll be found and then... you'd... You'd be killed." Theo says in a small voice. "And I can't let that happen to you. Please, Y/N, just listen to me. As soon as this is over, we can get back together. We can live together, start over together. But it can't happen now. Not yet. Please, Y/N, wait for me."

You can't stop crying now, and you lean over to Theo and kiss him. "OK. When it's all over. I'll be waiting for you, Theo. You'll definitely come back to me?"

"Of course I will, Y/N. I promise I'll find you."

And of course, that's what he was currently doing. Looking for you. He had been waiting a year to see your face again, hoping you hadn't forgotten about him. However now he couldn't find you. Running through the corridors, shouting you name, dodging curses and rubble, Theo's only goal was to find you. And he did.

There you were at the top of the Astronomy tower, a split lip and wearing a torn blue jumper, you were aiming all sorts of hexes at a Death Eater. Theo was so relieved, and began firing spells at your opponent, until he was knocked unconscious. At that point, Theo kicked the limp body over the balcony, not caring what would happen.

"Y/N." Theo smiled. "I told you I'd come back."

You pulled Theo into a hug and kissed him. "Theo!" you breathed.

"I love you more than anything, Y/N." All Theo could do was look into your bright, tearful eyes, relieved that he could see you once again before-

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

That fateful curse.

A flash of green light.

Your body fell limp in Theo's arms.

Your eyes lost their brightness.

"NO!"

Theo tried to pull you up, tried to hold you tight, but it was no use. You were gone. Theo looked up to see your murderer, looking him in the eyes. His father.

Your death at the hands of Nott Sr. ensured Nott Sr.'s death at the hands of his son. That was the first and last time that Theodore Nott would ever use the killing curse, and it only made sense for it to be on the person that used it on the two people who he had loved most in the world.

When the Battle of Hogwarts was over, most of Voldemort's supporters were dead, captured, or had fled the scene when it was evident that they were losing. But two Death Eaters stayed behind, simply because they couldn't bear to leave the castle like this. They felt it was partly their fault. Those two Death Eaters were Theodore Nott and Lorenzo Berkshire.

Whilst everyone gathered in the Great Hall, Enzo wandered the, now ruined, corridors of a place he loved so dearly. What he didn't expect to find his best friend, leaning on the crumbled wall of the Astronomy tower, cradling someone in his arms. Not to mention the fact that his father lay on the ground mere feet away.

"Please, Y/N, you can't be dead, you can't. I came back for you I-"

"Theo?" Enzo inquired, sitting on the floor next to his best friend, who was in fits of tears.

"He killed her, Enz. He killed her so- So I killed him. I had to."

"It's OK, Theo." Enzo replied, putting an arm around his friend's shoulder, and letting him cry.

The pair fell into a comfortable silence, with the sound of everyone in the castle talking and grieving the loss of friends and family. The two could have been down there with them, celebrating the demise of the people who made their lives hell.

But instead, all Theodore Nott could think about is what should've been.

[teddyniffler]

Heroes of the Battle of Hogwarts

[princesskenny1998]

Harry Potter | Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Halfblood!reader ~ Stay

The Great Hall was shrouded in a heavy, sickening silence, one that weighed down on you, wrapping you in dread. Bodies lay scattered, the faces of friends, professors, and even enemies indistinguishable under the layers of dust and dirt from the battle. You had fought as best as you could, alongside the other defenders of Hogwarts, but it hadn’t been enough. Voldemort’s voice still echoed ominously through the castle, his twisted victory speech ringing hollow in your ears.

Harry Potter lay motionless on the ground in front of everyone. You felt something break inside you as you watched Voldemort’s smug smile spread across his face, his gaze sweeping over the crowd as if daring anyone to challenge him. And then it happened. Lucius Malfoy’s voice rang out, calling to his son.

“Draco,” Lucius beckoned, his voice tight, urgent, laced with fear. “Come. Come back to us.”

Your heart sank. Draco, who stood a few feet away, seemed frozen, torn between the expectations of his family and something else, something unspoken. He shifted on his feet, eyes darting around, almost searching for something—or someone.

You.

But you couldn’t speak, couldn’t make a sound. The weight of everything was crushing you, pinning you in place as you watched him waver. You desperately wanted him to stay, to choose to stand on the side of light, alongside you and the others. But the fear, the chaos, and the sheer pain of the past hours had left you paralyzed, unable to call out to him.

Draco’s gaze lingered in your direction for a fraction of a second, and you knew he was waiting for something—a sign, a call, any reason to stay. Memories flooded your mind, flashing before you like scenes from another life.

It had started small, as many things do. A chance meeting in the library during your fourth year, where you’d found Draco sitting alone in the corner, scowling at his textbooks. You’d been looking for a quiet place to study, but something about the sight of him there, alone and clearly frustrated, made you hesitate. You’d known him by reputation—a Malfoy, a Slytherin, and everything that should have kept you, a Hufflepuff and a Halfblood, away. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, you’d approached him.

“Rough day?” you’d asked, half-joking, standing in front of his table with your hands tucked into your robe pockets.

Draco had glanced up, a mix of surprise and annoyance in his expression, before looking back down at his book. “You could say that,” he muttered, but there was a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

You couldn’t help but smile, and before you knew it, you’d sat down across from him, offering help with a charm he was struggling with. He’d scoffed at first, insisting he didn’t need help from a Huffepuff, but after a few minutes, he relented, and you found yourself in the rare position of seeing Draco Malfoy as more than just the Slytherin prince.

It wasn’t long before those chance encounters became something more. Hushed conversations in deserted hallways, fleeting glances across the Great Hall, shared smiles when no one else was looking. He had a biting wit, a sharp mind, and a surprising vulnerability that he only showed when it was just the two of you. And as much as he pushed people away, he seemed to let you in without even realizing it.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” he’d once whispered, his voice barely audible as you both hid in an alcove, his lips brushing against yours. “But I can’t seem to stay away from you, little Hufflepuff.”

You’d felt the same. It was reckless, dangerous even, but with each secret meeting, each shared moment, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper.

By the time sixth year had rolled around, the world outside Hogwarts had changed. Voldemort was growing stronger, and the dark shadow that hung over the wizarding world began to seep into the castle walls. Draco changed, too. He became more distant, colder, but in the rare moments you managed to catch him alone, he was still the same Draco you’d grown to care for. Torn, conflicted, but unable to let you go.

Now, back in the present, those memories only sharpened the pain of seeing him hesitate, one foot turned toward his parents and the other toward… what? Toward a future he couldn’t even imagine. Toward you.

The hesitation was clear in his eyes, the way he lingered, clearly wanting something to anchor him here.

But no one spoke. And as the seconds ticked by, his expression shifted, hardening as he turned away, taking his first step back toward his parents.

A surge of panic shot through you. You couldn’t let him go. Not like this.

“Draco!” Your voice broke the silence, sharp and desperate, cutting through the tension like a knife. Heads turned, but you didn’t care. He paused, looking back at you, shock etched across his face.

Everyone’s eyes were on you now, but all that mattered was him. You stepped forward, every nerve in your body alive with fear and something stronger—something that had kept you together through these long, difficult years.

“Don’t go,” you said, louder this time, your voice trembling. “Please.”

Draco’s eyes softened as he looked at you, a flicker of something vulnerable breaking through his usual guarded demeanor. You could see the battle raging within him—the loyalty to his family warring with the life he wished he could have.

“You don’t have to go,” you added, your voice quiet but firm. “Stay. Here. With me.”

For a moment, everyone seemed frozen. His parents stood off to the side, staring in shock, horror written across Narcissa’s face and fury etched into Lucius’s. But Draco’s gaze never left yours. He took a tentative step toward you, then another, as if he was finally allowing himself to choose.

You stepped forward too, closing the distance between you. Reaching out, you took his hand, squeezing it, silently pleading with him. Draco’s grip tightened around yours, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles, a silent promise in his touch.

In that moment, he made his choice. He looked back at Voldemort, his chin lifting defiantly as he stepped closer to you.

“I’m staying,” he said, his voice steady, though you could feel the tension radiating from him. “I’m not going back.”

A murmur rippled through the crowd, but you barely heard it. Relief flooded through you as you stood together, fingers still entwined, facing whatever was to come.

Draco turned his gaze back to you, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. It wasn’t much, but it was enough—a flicker of hope in a world that had offered so little.

After the battle, when the dust had finally settled and the last traces of Voldemort’s reign of terror had been wiped away, you and Draco found a quiet corner of the grounds, away from the chaos and the rebuilding efforts. The night sky stretched above you, vast and endless, a reminder that the world continued, even after everything you’d faced.

He sat beside you, silent, his gaze fixed on the stars. After a long pause, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I thought you’d forgotten about me,” he admitted, his tone laced with vulnerability. “When you didn’t say anything, I thought… maybe it was over.”

You shook your head, your fingers brushing lightly over his. “I could never forget you, Draco. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

He exhaled slowly, as if releasing all the fear and doubt he’d been carrying for so long. “I was afraid. Afraid of what I’d lose, of what my family would think. But… none of that matters now.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re here. That you chose to stay.”

Draco wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer as you sat together under the stars, the weight of the world finally lifting, leaving behind only the two of you and the quiet promise of a future you could build together, free from the shadows of the past.

[rosesareredrosa]

Shields of the Heart

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: based on this ask thank you anon <33

w/c: 1.2k

The chaos of the Battle of Hogwarts raged around you, the once-familiar corridors now echoing with the sounds of battle—shouts, screams, and the crackle of spellfire. Your heart raced as you sprinted through the castle, searching desperately for your friends, praying that they were safe.

You rounded a corner, skidding to a stop as your breath caught in your throat. There, standing amidst the dust and debris, was Theo Nott. His sharp features were drawn with worry, but his eyes softened the moment they landed on you.

"Y/N!" he breathed out, his voice a mixture of relief and fear.

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the shadows of a nearby alcove. His grip was firm, protective, as he scanned the corridor for any signs of danger. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice low and urgent. "You should be with the others, somewhere safe."

"I couldn’t just leave," you whispered, trying to steady your breathing. "I had to make sure you were okay."

Theo's expression softened, but there was still a hint of frustration in his eyes. "Y/N, this isn’t your fight. You shouldn’t be risking your life like this."

"But it is my fight, Theo," you insisted, your voice trembling with emotion. "Everything I care about is at stake here. I won’t stand by and do nothing."

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to gather his thoughts. When he opened them again, they were filled with a fierce determination. "Then stay with me. I’ll protect you."

You looked up at him, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. In that moment, with the castle crumbling around you and danger lurking at every corner, you realized just how much Theo meant to you. He wasn’t just a friend or an ally; he was someone you couldn’t bear to lose.

"Together then," you said softly, reaching out to take his hand.

Theo nodded, his grip on your hand tightening as he pulled you closer. "Together," he echoed, a promise in his voice.

The two of you moved as one, navigating the chaos of the battle with your wands at the ready. Theo was constantly at your side, his protective nature evident in every move he made. He deflected curses that came too close, his focus unwavering as he ensured your safety.

Suddenly, a sharp voice echoed through the corridor. "There they are!"

Before you could react, a jet of green light shot toward you, but Theo was faster. He yanked you out of the way, both of you tumbling to the ground as the curse missed you by inches. You gasped, your heart pounding in your chest as you scrambled to your feet, Theo pulling you behind him.

A Death Eater stepped out of the shadows, a cruel smile twisting his lips. His wand was raised, his eyes gleaming with malice as he advanced toward you. "You think you can protect her, Nott?" he sneered. "You should have picked a better side."

Theo’s jaw clenched, his body tense as he positioned himself between you and the Death Eater. "You won’t touch her," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The Death Eater let out a harsh laugh. "Brave words for a traitor," he spat. Without warning, he flicked his wand, sending a barrage of curses your way.

Theo reacted instantly, raising his own wand to cast a powerful Shield Charm that absorbed the brunt of the attack. But the force of it still sent you both staggering backward. Theo’s hand found yours, squeezing it tightly as he shot a glance over his shoulder.

"Y/N, stay behind me," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You nodded, fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you tried to steady your breathing. But the Death Eater was relentless, his attacks growing more vicious with each passing second. You watched as Theo fought with everything he had, his focus entirely on keeping you safe.

Then, in a moment of desperation, the Death Eater fired a particularly deadly curse, one that even Theo’s Shield Charm couldn’t fully deflect. The force of it sent you both crashing to the ground, your back slamming against the cold stone floor.

Pain shot through your body, but before you could even register it, Theo was there, pulling you into his arms and shielding you with his body. "Theo!" you gasped, panic rising in your chest as you saw the determination in his eyes.

"I won’t let anything happen to you," he whispered fiercely, his voice trembling with emotion. He pushed himself to his feet, pulling you up with him as he faced the Death Eater once more.

With a snarl, the Death Eater raised his wand to strike again, but this time, Theo was ready. His movements were swift, almost a blur as he cast a stunning spell that caught the Death Eater off guard, sending him crashing into the wall with a sickening thud.

For a moment, there was silence, the Death Eater lying unconscious on the floor. Theo’s breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he turned to you, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer now, filled with worry.

You nodded, still shaken but grateful beyond words. "Thanks to you," you whispered, your voice trembling as you reached out to touch his arm.

Theo exhaled slowly, the tension in his body easing slightly as he pulled you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you protectively, his head resting against yours as he closed his eyes. "I’m not letting you out of my sight," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Not for a second."

You held onto him, your heart swelling with a mixture of relief and something deeper, something that had been growing between you for a long time. In the midst of the battle, with danger all around, Theo had been your shield, your protector. And you knew that no matter what happened next, you would face it together.

After a moment, Theo pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes. "We need to keep moving," he said, his voice steadier now, though his gaze was still intense. "There could be more of them."

You nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "I’m ready."

As the two of you turned to leave, you caught sight of a figure moving in the shadows behind Theo. Your heart leapt into your throat as you realized another Death Eater was aiming directly at him.

“No!” you shouted, pushing Theo out of the way just as a curse shot toward him. You quickly raised your wand, blocking the curse with a hastily cast Shield Charm. The Death Eater snarled, clearly angered by your intervention, and launched another spell at you.

This time, you were ready. With a flick of your wand, you deflected the curse back at him, sending him stumbling back. In that moment, Theo was on his feet again, his eyes blazing with a mixture of fear and admiration as he joined you in the fight. Together, you disarmed the Death Eater, forcing him to retreat.

Breathing heavily, you turned to Theo, who was staring at you with an intense, almost unreadable expression. “You saved me,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I couldn’t let anything happen to you either,” you replied softly, stepping closer to him.

Theo’s hand found yours, and he pulled you into a tight embrace, his grip strong and reassuring. “We’re in this together,” he murmured against your hair, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. “No matter what.”

You nodded against his chest, feeling the strength of his resolve and knowing it matched your own.

[winn-wynn]

Oliver when Percy tells him to get ready for the battle of Hogwarts

[karinagiada]

Open at Close.▕⃝⃤

[greygaunt]

How the Slytherin boys would react to dying with you during the Battle of Hogwarts

I posted this on my TikTok today (@greygaunt) but I thought it deserved a place here too.

Theodore Nott

You and Theodore found yourselves trapped. You were stuck between the edge of the clock tower and Bellatrix Lestrange. The wild woman would have ordinarily been on your side had she not witnessed you both try to run away from the fight instead of fighting for the Deatheaters. She was furious, maniacal and dangerous. Theodore’s dark mark hurt, the searing pain radiating up his arm. He chose to ignore it and focus on the softness of your hand desperately clinging to his. “Traitors!” Bellatrix wailed, her curly mane blowing in the wind as she stepped closer to the both of you. You shuddered. Her dress was flapping slightly, giving her the atmosphere of a dementor. Theodore looked down at you. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled. You met his eyes. They were still the familiar blue you often sought comfort in. “It’s not your fault. We couldn’t fight, you know we couldn’t.” You shook your head softly, squeezing his hand.

You turned towards Bellatrix and stared her down. “You! This is your fault! Theodore should be fighting alongside his father, but you had to meddle, didn’t you!” Bellatrix shrieked. She flailed her wand about, a manic glint in her eye. “I chose this, not her. Leave her alone, Lestrange.” Theodore stepped forwards, gently pushing you behind him. Your wand trembled in your hand. “Oh, Theodore. How foolish you have been.” Bellatrix cackled maniacally as she encroached upon you both. Your back pressed against the railing of the clock tower, the cold breeze blowing your hair. A shiver ran down your spine. Theodore took a step closer to the feral witch In front of you, leaving you almost exposed. “My, my. I’m sure your father would disown you if he knew. It’s a shame he won’t get to.” Theodore swallowed as Bellatrix raised her wand.

You stepped out from behind Theodore and grasped his hand, knotting your fingers together as a desperate attempt at reassurance. “Crucio!” Bellatrix yelled and a bolt of green light shot from her wand. You felt a thump in your chest. You looked up at Theodore, his face was contorted in horror. You hit the floor with a thud, your muscles going limp before reanimating, a sharp, burning sensation flowing through all of your limbs. Every single nerve was on fire, burning and twisting. A strangled cry came from your throat, a desperate wail of pain and suffering. You couldn’t stand, you couldn’t move. Theodore watched as you writhed on the floor, contorting in pain. He rushed to your side, desperate to help you. “Uh oh! Seems someone’s in a bit of pain!” Bellatrix laughed as she stood hopping from foot to foot, her wand still pointed at the two of you. A guttural wail came from you as you gripped the clock tower railing, forcing the strength to stand. “Oh, courage. Are you sure you’re in the right house?” Bellatrix chuckled as she waved her wand about, her teeth flashing at you. Theodore’s arm wrapped securely around your waist, supporting you as your insides burned. “Please. Let Theo go. It wasn’t his choice.” You gasped, your lungs unable to hold any oxygen. Theodore looked down at you, a scowl on his face. “No. We go together or not at all.” He said, standing his ground. “Well, if that’s how you want it to be!” Bellatrix cackled loudly, her jaw resembling that of a snake. She pointed her wand at the two of you and a strong, green spark flew towards you. “Diffindo.” She spat, watching as deep cuts bore themselves into your flesh, throwing you to your knees once again. Theodore joined you.

“Theo, is… is that blood?” You mumbled, watching the red liquid dribble down from your arms, your chest, and your thighs. Your vision blurred slightly as you reached for Theodore’s hand. “I’m so sorry, cara mia. I… I love you.” Theodore wheezed as the blood poured from him. Bellatrix had got his throat. He was pale and you could feel him drifting away from you, your vision was turning white. “No, we’re together, always. I love you.” You reached for his hand, the lacerating pain causing you to become faint and dizzy. You tangled your fingers together with his, your hands cold and numb. A gargled noise came from you as your eyes closed, Theodore’s breath slowing as he squeezed your hand. Your ears started ringing as you slipped away, holding Theodore’s hand as he joined you.

Blaise Zabini

All you could hear was the hollow sound of your feet hitting the ground. Everything else was blocked out by the racing of your blood in your ears. The recoil of your feet thumping on the floor rippled up your legs. You could feel the heat around you, taunting you as it grew closer. You followed Blaise, desperately chasing after him as a beacon of hope. “Blaise, I can’t breathe.” You sputtered slightly as the smoke tickled your lungs. He turned to look at you, fear etched across his face. His eyes were wide and his pupils were blown. “Keep going, keep going! We’ll find a way. There’s got to be a way.” Blaise muttered, his voice wavering slightly as he watched the towering flame rise behind you both. “I don’t know where we are, I don’t know where my wand is either! Hermione disarmed me before Goyle cast the fire-” You were shouting now. Your legs were burning and cramping as you ran, crying out for rest. Your heart was pounding and your body was static with fear.

You looked up hearing a roaring sound above you; three broomsticks flew overhead as a serpent made of spitting flames followed. Blaise followed your eyeline. He watched as Draco escaped with Harry, Hermione and Ron. A pit grew in his stomach. He slowed down his pace. “There’s nowhere for us to go, Blaise. We can’t outrun it.” You whimpered, reaching for his arm to stop him running. Your hand trailed down from his bicep to his hand; you intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing tightly. “It’s okay, I promise it’s okay.” You reassured him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I-” He looked at you, your eyes connected. His usually warm eyes were glassy and cold. “It’s not your fault. I’m glad I’m not alone.” Your eyes flooded, distorting your vision as you clung to his hand. Both of your hands were cold. Blaise pulled you close. He wrapped his arms around you, cradling you in his warmth. His heart was pounding as fast as yours was, beating in harmony. You inhaled a mix of smoke and Blaise’s scent, your brain tricking you into a small, dull spark of comfort. You desperately clung to Blaise. His grip tightened around you as the flames got louder. Hissing, spitting. Closing in around you, the heat smothering you. You clenched your eyes closed, burying your face into Blaise’s neck. Your body shuddered. The adrenaline coursing through your veins was making you dizzy. “I love you. I love you so much.” Blaise whispered in your ear as his hand pressed your head into his neck. He was doing all he could to protect you, but you had accepted your fate. You were just grateful to be with him. You slowly sank to the floor, taking him with you.

The smoke was starting to billow around you, smothering you, separating you. Blaise clung to your hand, his knuckles pale. “I’m glad you’re here with me, but I wish you weren’t.” He mumbled. A tear rolled down your cheek, your eyes burning as the smoke invaded them. “I love you too, Blaise.” You were tangled together, your legs knotted with his and your head next to his shoulder. The floor was cold beneath your back. The flames danced above you, almost taunting you. Blaise ran a hand through your hair as your breathing slowed. An aggressive orange glow swarmed you, encroaching at an agonising pace. You knew you wouldn’t have outrun the flames, so why were they taking their time? You coughed slightly. Your chest felt heavy, like the oxygen in your lungs was fighting to get through the smoke. “I know. It’ll be over soon.” Blaise whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. Your adrenaline had ceased, your heart weakly plodding along at a slowing pace, the sharp contrast dizzying. Your hearts were still beating in sync, as if you were intertwined, weaved together, connected. Your hand was still clenching Blaise’s. “I hope it doesn’t hurt.” You mumbled, turning to look at Blaise. “The smoke, we won’t feel it.” Blaise said, his voice trembling slightly. It seems you had both accepted the reality of the situation you were in. With your hands clutching each others, and your bodies intertwined, you took a deep breath. The smoke clogged your lungs, stifling the little life left in you. Your heart tightened as it slowed, your chest feeling like a lead weight. Your eyes found Blaise’s, his pupils blown wide as he looked at you. “I’ll love you forever.” His quiet voice trembled as his chest deflated. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder as your vision faded.

Lorenzo Berkshire

 Lorenzo was running towards you, arms outstretched. He had lost you when you both had decided to flee, not bearing to watch your friends get hurt. You spotted him running and you took off into a sprint. “Enzo!” You yelled, your arms stretching to meet him. His face was warm and reassuring, a picture of relief painted across it. “You’re covered in blood! Is it yours?” You spoke, panicked at the sight of his stained skin. “I… I don’t know.” Enzo shook his head. Just as you were about to join hands, a sharp force launched your whole body back. You slammed into the stone floor, the force reverberating through your bones.

You winced, your knees and hip going numb on impact. Your eyes met Alecto Carrow’s, and your blood ran cold. “Lorenzo! Go!” You shouted, whipping your head around to look for him. It was too late, he was on his knees, facing you. Amycus Carrow had his wand pointing at his temple, his arms tightly wrapped under his chin. You saw Enzo’s wand discarded on the floor a few metres away. “Too late, princess.” Amycus said coldly, tightening his grip on Lorenzo’s neck. Enzo started to struggle, his pale hands clutching at Carrow’s arms. You let out a wail as Alecto kicked you in the waist, forcing you to keel over. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Alecto sneered, her voice dripping with malice. Cruel laughter echoed from Amycus. "Trying to run, are we?" Amycus taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as he pulled Enzo’s chin up by his hair. "I'm afraid there's no escape from us, my little rats." Alecto muttered something from behind you, as she yanked you up by your hair and dragged you to your feet. She walked you over and dumped you on your knees in front of Lorenzo, holding your head so you were forced to look him in the eyes. “I love you.” He silently mouthed to you. Your eyes welled up, you were so close to him with no way of reaching him. “What to do with you, hmm?” Alecto whispered, her mouth near your ear. “How about…” She trailed off as she whispered “Crucio.” In your ear. Lorenzo let out a quiet, breathless wail as the curse hit him in the chest. He began to writhe in Amycus’ grip, the white-hot pain slicing through his nerves. “Whose side are you supposed to be on, little one?” Amycus jeered as he tilted his head to look at you. His hand flicked upwards and your head was thrown backwards, a sharp crack hitting you in the face.

You felt warm blood dribbling down your face. You stared Amycus in the eye as you licked the blood from your lips, spitting towards him. Lorenzo was silent, writhing and struggling in his grip, the strength in his eyes a dying flame. He smiled weakly at you. Alecto pulled your head to one side by your hair, causing you to cough slightly as blood ran down your throat. “You’re a coward.” She spat at you. You refused to look at her. You knew that you were going to die. Your arms were free, so you reached out to Enzo. He was gaining control of the pain searing through his nerves and was spluttering for breath as Amycus’ grip was crushing his oesophagus. His eyes were bloodshot, but they never left yours. You reached desperately for his hand. He took yours, stretching for it. “I love you, Lorenzo, I’m so sorry. We’ll be together again.”

The blood dribbled down from your nose and out of your mouth, staining your teeth as you smiled at him. You nodded, and mouthed “It’s okay.”. Enzo closed his eyes. Alecto pointed her wand at your neck and yanked you back from Enzo. “I think it’s best if we get rid of you both, hmm? One less person to contend with later. Can’t have you living with the shame of being a deserter.” You took a deep breath. A green trail of light set a glow around your neck. The last thing you heard before you went limp and hit the floor with a thud was the bloodcurdling, strained scream that came from Lorenzo’s throat, moments before he met the same punishment.

Draco Malfoy

“Come on. There’s nothing we can do.” Draco clutched your hand as you watched Pansy hit the floor, her gargled cries bouncing off the tall, stone walls. Draco dragged you away as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “What about your father?” You struggled, squeezing the words out as you ran alongside him. “I don’t care. I need you to be safe.” Draco stated, his voice cold and flat. Your breath was ragged as you rounded the corner, heading towards the east exit of the castle. “Fuck...” You breathed as you came to an abrupt halt. Fenrir Greyback was blocking your path. You tried to desperately control your breathing. The light coming from the shattered window next to you illuminated Greyback’s sharp teeth and sickly yellow eyes as he grinned at you, unnerving malice in his eyes. You kept his eyes steady on his, feeling like prey. Draco's grip tightened on his wand, his knuckles white with tension as he stepped forward to confront the sadistic werewolf, his voice steady despite the fear that gnawed at his insides. "Greyback," he spat, his tone laced with defiance. "What do you want?"

Fenrir's lips curled back into a predatory grin, his eyes gleaming with hunger as he took a dominating step towards you, his movements fluid and menacing. "I've been sent to fetch you," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "The Dark Lord has plans for you, little lambs." Your hair stood on end as Fenrir’s eyes raked over you, taking in the thick iron scent of the blood staining your clothing and the cold fear in your eyes. Draco's eyes narrowed as he protectively stepped in front of you, his jaw set in a determined clench as he raised his wand. “We're not going anywhere with you, dog.” he declared, his voice ringing with disgust. “Your father said you’d behave like this. He gave me permission.” Fenrir snarled as his tongue darted across his lips. “Who wants to go first? You, little lady?” You shuddered as Draco put his arm around you, shielding you. Before you could react, Fenrir lunged forward with lightning speed, his claws slashing through the air as he seized you in his powerful grip, his strength overpowering as he dragged you across the cold, stone floor. Draco’s eyes fluttered as he registered what had happened. A trail of blood followed your body as it was dragged across the floor, a smeared, red path. Draco dropped his wand and reached for you, grabbing your arm as Fenrir stood up and licked his lips. “Bitter. I’m not surprised, for a coward.” You closed your eyes as you spluttered from the floor, coughing. Blood spat from between your lips, smattering your face in little crimson drops. It started to run gently from your mouth as you clutched at your stomach, a gaping slash spread across. You whimpered. “Draco… go. Go with him. Save yourself…please. I love you. Please, go.” Tears ran from Draco’s grey eyes. Fenrir tilted his head at the two of you. “Such a waste.” He spat, his deep, threatening voice full of venom. Draco clung to you body; you were losing life rapidly. You felt cold. Draco pressed a kiss to your temple. “We almost made it, my love.” He whispered. He reached for his wand, but it was too late. Greyback shot a sadistic smile towards Draco and started bounding towards him.

Draco’s head hit the floor with a thump as Greyback held his chin up, exposing his throat. The only thing Draco felt was your hand going limp in his.

Mattheo Riddle

“Hey. If we’re going to go, we should go now.” Mattheo whispered. He gently pulled you up from where you both had chosen to rest in the hour-long armistice you were graced with. As you started to make your way out of the forest, a chill tickled over your skin. Almost like a warning. You were limping, a deep cut across your thigh from an altercation with an acromantula. Clinging to Mattheo’s arm, you walked next to him as quick as you could. Emerging from the forest, you and Mattheo were confronted with a small army of surviving Deatheaters and the Dark Lord himself. "You thought you could escape my grasp, Mattheo?" Voldemort's voice was a sinister whisper that sent a chill down your spine. "Betrayal has its consequences, my boy." Your eyes scanned the small crowd, once your family. Before the bloodshed. Mattheo stood defiant, a mix of fear and determination flickering in his chocolate eyes. Beside him, you could feel the grip of his hand tightening around yours, your fingers entwined in a desperate bid for support and solidarity. You whimpered slightly as your leg began to burn again. Drops of blood hit the floor by your feet. "You had a chance to prove your loyalty," Voldemort continued, his tone venomous. His eyes were cold. “But you chose to defy me. Such actions cannot go unpunished.” He stared Mattheo down, an unspoken war waging between them. You watched as Mattheo’s eyes flitted to yours, reassuring you slightly.

The Dark Lord turned his attention to you, his cold gaze locking onto yours. "And you," he sneered, "you thought you could flee with my boy? Love, loyalty—such weaknesses will be your downfall." Your breath was shaky as you listened to his icy words. They felt like a threat. Mattheo shot a loving glance towards you. Voldemort raised his wand, the threat of his power looming over you. Your spine tingled. "Mattheo," Voldemort commanded, a cruel smile playing on his pale, cracked lips, “Show me where your true allegiance lies. Prove your loyalty by ridding yourself of this betrayer." Mattheo's eyes flickered with conflicting emotions. His hand grasped yours tighter in an effort to remain connected with you. “You know if you don’t do it out of your own free will, I will force it.” Voldemort finished, his hands clasped in front of his chest. Mattheo swallowed. “If you kill her, you kill me.” He spat. He wasn’t about to let you die alone. “Mattheo, it’s okay. I won’t last long, it’s merciful. ” You said weakly, gesturing to your leg. Tears rolled down your cheeks. “No, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.” Mattheo whispered. You stepped towards Mattheo and grabbed his other hand, locking your gaze with his. You pressed your forehead to his. “I won’t do it.” Mattheo said, his breath lingering with yours.

“So poetic, like Romeo and Juliet. You’ve made your choice.” Voldemort raised his wand once more, pointing it at the two of you. “I love you, Mattheo. I always have and I always will.” You whispered, softly pressing your lips to his. Your tears made the kiss a bitter, salty goodbye. Mattheo nodded, squeezing your hand three times in response. “I have never, and will never, experience such a disappointment as you have been, Mattheo. I’ll be glad to be rid of you, my boy. Take the treacherous leech with you.” Voldemort’s eyes glittered with a sordid satisfaction, a strong bolt of green light bursting forth from his outstretched wand. A calm silence filled the air as the crowd watched your bodies fall, tangled together. You chose to die together, hands connected. You had both agreed to escape the battle, but this wasn’t the way you had expected. An uneasy silence settled around your limp bodies.

[im-trying-my-best-yall]

something i think about often is the idea of George being the goofy uncle for Ron+Hermione and Harry+Ginnys kids but then the kids get older and have the univeral experience of fully realizing your parents siblings lore.

like the kids obviously know about Fred because theres no way their parents would let him be forgotten but also they probably dont know the full extent of what happened until theyre older

LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN UNCLE FRED DIED IN THE W A R!?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOOFY UNCLE GEORGE WHO OWNS A JOKE SHOP SAW HIS TWINS DEAD BODY ON THE FLOOR OF OUR SCHOOL?!?

maybe this is just me projecting my experiences of learning fucked shit that happened in my family later on in life but i think about it often

[ahleecollaborations]

So like we all know that most of the side characters in HP weren’t fully fleshed out and left a lot of questions (especially pivotal side characters) and this is for a LOT of reasons. Mainly cause the series is in Harry’s POV.

This gives Fanfic writers so much wiggle room to develop those characters and I love it!

So today I wanna talk about Percy Weasley and a thought I had that was spurned on by some recent HC from other mutuals on here.

So we’re all coming to the conclusion Percy would straight up do something illegal, get away with and never be suspected (only by Arthur cause he KNOWS his son) 10000%

This is my theory about canon book Percy (not fanfic) just by what little we know.

Recap: he was a described as straight laced, worked in the ministry as the right hand to the Minister (high freaking up in the food chain), ambitious, and he “turned against his family” before “coming home” and fighting alongside his family in the battle of Hogwarts.

But what if he didn’t? Didn’t turn against his family all along?

What if he too (like Snape) was a spy in the ministry?

He’s seen as so rigid and straight laced that he’d never be suspected as being defiant. So what if he used that and his ambitious and cunning mind to be the inside right hand of the Minister of Magic?

Parallel to Snape’s role as Nose-less lunatic’s right hand and covert spy.

And the only one to ever know to ever suspect… was his father.

Because Arthur was his handler/contact to the Order?

As another ministry employee, Arthur would be able to talk to Percy no questions asked. And as his father he’d only be okay with his child being a spy and keeping it a secret from his wife if he could watch out for him.

[khamoise]

9, 36 and/or 42 for Talbott and Heaven!! 👁🫵💚

9. A kiss on the eyelid.

Heaven never felt ashamed of her birthmark, the one who had the shape of a weird hand and covered a big part on the left side of her face.

It wasn't until the battle of Hogwarts where Heaven had a sudden fight with Mérula. She couldn't react on time and a blinding green light slashed her face with the force of a thousand volts.

Mérula had just cast only the prototype of a torture spell on her. A single lash from Mérula's wand was enough to knock Heaven over and make her scream in agony with her eyes closed, in denial and afraid to find her own hands full of blood that ran down her face. Luckily for Heaven, she was rescued quickly, before anything worse could happen.

The worst part was actually the days that followed: days of more agony due to the pain that the burn was causing her, and that few medicines managed to calm the pain. She also remained blind in the affected eye for a couple of months, and was sometimes forced to wear an eyepatch to avoid irritating the sensitivity of her injured eye.

For Heaven, her face became unrecognizable. It was swollen, wounded and burned. And suddenly that birthmark that she appreciated so much, that made her stand out in a particular and silly way, was no longer there.

It was the first time that Heaven hated to look herself in the mirror, because the most important feature of her body had been taken from her with no mercy and full of disgust.

She was scared and sad thinking about how her loved ones would receive her when notice the obvious, and felt less and less motivated to leave her room.

But there was someone who actually refused to leave her side all that time.

Talbott became all the support she could ask for and more. He took care of her wounds, while also making sure to remind her every single day how much he loved seeing her alive next to him. Finding new ways to compare her scar to sweet and beautiful things in such a poetic way, as he always used to do.

Little by little, Heaven regained her confidence and over time she found a more optimistic way of seeing her new face.

Now she is the one who makes sure to thank Talbott every day he was by her side, with her very particular and sweet displays of affection, full of kisses and a warm home with a small but lovely family, next to her and Tristan. 💖

36. A clumsy kiss.

42. A kiss on the shoulder.

Just a freaky kiss on the shoulder, right? 🥴

[arliedraws]

How would Sirius have reacted if he had still been alive at the Battle of Hogwarts finale?

"Harry Potter is dead!"

Well, it probably wouldn’t be good. He’d probably feel like it was his fault for losing track of Harry during the battle, but I think that he’d want to make sure Harry didn’t die in vain even though his whole reason for being is now gone. I also feel like he might not even register what it meant to lose Harry—I think he has a cool enough response to James’s death that he would dedicate himself to avenging Harry in that moment. Sirius, at first glance, strikes me as the howling in anguish type, but his actions after James dies contradicts that. “White and shaking” implies that he can’t quite believe what’s happened—so maybe Sirius becomes filled with purpose without caring about his own life. Maybe he goes completely berserker mode on the Death Eaters. Which I’d like to see, honestly.

[yandereharrypotter]

My Love

Summary: Draco Malfoy who is in love with his archrivals sister, Y/n Potter [Lol, some of this is written by AI, what do yall think about it? I obviously edited some of it]

Draco Malfoy found himself in the most unexpected situation. He had fallen in love with the sister of his archrival, Y/n Potter.

Draco had always despised the Potters, but there was something about Y/n that he couldn't resist. Her fiery personality and unwavering determination had captivated him from the moment he met her. She had a kind heart that he couldn't help but be drawn to and was everything he wasn't.

Draco knew that pursuing Y/n would be risky, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was worth it. He spent countless days and nights trying to muster up the courage to confess his feelings, but something got in the way each time he tried.

It wasn't until the Battle of Hogwarts that Draco realized how much Y/n meant to him. As he held her tight in the fire and even seeing her dead body did something to him. Though he had never been happier when she was revealed to be alive and fought him. He was so uncharacteristically in love with her and now he knew for sure; He would never love another like he loved you. He had to tell her how he felt, even if it meant risking everything.

After the battle had ended and peace had been restored, Draco sought out Y/n. He found her sitting alone in the courtyard, staring off into the distance. He approached her slowly, unsure of what to say.

"L/n," he said softly.

"Malfoy."

He took a deep breath, before speaking, "I know we've had differences and challenges, but I need to tell you something."

"Which is?"

"I'm in love with you."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could respond, Draco continued.

"I know it sounds crazy, and I know that I've done some terrible things, but I promise that I'll make it up to you. I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you."

Y/n stayed silent for a moment, taking in everything that Draco had just said. She could see the sincerity in his eyes and knew that he truly meant what he said.

"Malfoy," she said finally. "I don't know what to say. I never thought that I would hear those words from you."

Draco took a step closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Please, L/n," he said. "Just give me a chance. Let me show you that I can be the man that you deserve."

"I'm only giving you a chance because your mother saved my life," she said.

From that day on, Draco worked tirelessly to win Y/n's heart. He eventually proved himself to have changed, and captured Y/n's heart.

[teddyniffler]

Battle of Hogwarts. 2nd May, 1998.

The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered towards him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their arms that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him. Then Ginny, Neville and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys, Hagrid, Kingsley, McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout. Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all of them determined to touch The Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last Their leader and symbol, their saviour and their guide

[bitterlycursedstars]

Imagine dating George and surviving the Battle of Hogwarts. Imagine going back to everyone and seeing Fred on the ground, feeling your entire world shatter beyond repair thinking it's George until he comes and hugs you. Imagine the immediate relief you feel as soon as you're in George's arms, knowing he's alive and safe, followed by the overwhelming guilt and regret of that relief because Fred isn't.

[eemoo1o-potteroo]

Even though it’s a well known “fact” that JKR intended to kill off Percy instead of Fred, originally, I do find it hard to believe. I think she lied for dramatic flair.