The Battle of Hogwarts

The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall was dark and scattered with stars, and below it the four long House tables were lined with disheveled students, some in traveling cloaks, others in dressing gowns. Here and there shone the pearly white figures of the school ghosts. Every eye, living and dead was fixed upon Professor McGonagall, who was speaking from the raised platform at the top of the Hall. Behind her stood the remaining teaches, including the palomino centaur, Firenze, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix who had arrived to fight. Harry and Sam moved up the Hall alongside the Gryffindor table, as they passed, faces turned in their direction, and a great deal of whispering broke out in their wake.
"...evacuation will be overseen by Mr. Filch and Madame Pomfrey. Prefects, when I give the word, you will organize your House and take your charges in orderly fashion to the evacuation point."
Many of the students looked petrified. Ernie Macmillan stood up at the Hufflepuff table and shouted; "And what if we want to stay and fight?"
"If you are of age, you may stay." said Professor McGonagall.
"What about our things?" called a girl at the Ravenclaw table. "Our trunks, our owls?"
"We have no time to collect possessions." said Professor McGonagall. "The important thing is to get you out of here safely."
"Where's Professor Snape?" shouted a girl from the Slytherin table.
"He has, to use the common phrase, done a bunk." replied Professor McGonagall and a great cheer erupted from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws.
Harry and Sam moved up the Hall alongside the Gryffindor table, as they passed, faces turned in their direction, and a great deal of whispering broke out in their wake.
"We have already placed protection around the castle," Professor McGonagall was saying, "but it is unlikely to hold for very long unless we reinforce it. I must ask you, therefore, to move quickly and calmly, and do as your prefects -"
But her final words were drowned as a different voice echoed throughout the Hall. It was high, cold, and clear. There was no telling from where it came. It seemed to issue from the walls themselves. Like the monster it had once commanded, it might have lain dormant there for centuries.
"I know that you are preparing to fight." There were screams amongst the students, some of whom clutched each other, looking around in terror for the source of the sound. "Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts. I do not want to spill magical blood."
There was silence in the Hall now, the kind of silence that presses against the eardrums, that seems too huge to be contained by walls.
The order emerge: First  Kingsley Shacklebolt, then Lupin, Arthur, Molly, then Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Dean Thomas, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Anna, Luna and finally Percy.
"Give me Harry Potter," said Voldemort's voice, "and they shall not be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded. You have until midnight."
The silence swallowed them all again. Every head turned, every eye in the place seemed to have found Harry and Sam, to hold them forever in the glare of thousands of invisible beams. Then a figure rose from the Slytherin table and they recognized Pansy Parkinson as she raised a shaking arm and screamed, "But he's there! Potter's there. Someone grab him!"
Before Harry could speak, instinctively, Sam steps in front of her brother, wand drawn. "Shut up Parkinson, no one is getting to Harry... you'll have to get through me first."
As she said that there was a massive movement, as one, the Gryffindors assemble in a line and face towards the Slytherins, shielding Harry. Moments later, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs do the same. all of them with their backs to Harry and Sam, all of them looking toward Pansy instead, and Sam, awestruck and overwhelmed, saw some Slytherins stood, moved over to the rest of the school before turning and facing their house mates... Sam noticed that one of them was non other then Rose Snape, the daughter of Severus Snape: that's when it hit her, Rose like her father was a part of the Order but Severus was also a Death Eater. Sam lowers her wand.
Just then... Filch bursts in the Hall still shouting about "Students out of bed!"
Filch stops dead, as Mrs. Norris wends through his legs.
"They’re supposed to be out of bed, you blithering idiot! I told you that before!
"Oh. Sorry, mum." said Filch as he begins to turn away.
"Wait! As it turns out, Mr. Filch, your arrival is most opportune. If you would, I’d like you to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall."
"Right away." Filch says, but stops. "Er, exactly where is it I’d be leadin’ em to, mum?"
"The dungeons should do."
Kingsley steps forward on the raised platform to address those who had remained behind.
"We've only got half an half an hour until midnight, so we need to act fast. A battle plan has been agreed between the teachers of Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix. Professors Flitwick, Sprout and McGonagall are going to take groups of fighters up to the three highest towers Ravenclaw, Astronomy, and Gryffindor where they'll have good overview, excellent positions from which to work spells. Meanwhile Remus" ¨he indicated Lupin "Arthur" he pointed toward Mr. Weasley. "and I will take groups into the grounds. We'll need somebody to organize defense of the entrances or the passageways into the school."
"Sounds like a job for us." called Fred, indicating himself and George, and Kingsley nodded his approval.
"All right, leaders up here and we'll divide up the troops!"
"Fred!" Sam called, hurrying up to him, as students flooded the platform, jostling for position, receiving instructions, "Be careful will you?"
"Always Love." Fred answers her with his dazzling smile that always makes her go red in the face and weak at the knees. "You too Sam."
"Potter," Sam hears Professor McGonagall say, she turns around then hurrying over to Harry and McGonagall. "Aren't you supposed to be looking for something?"
"What? Oh," said Harry, "oh yeah!"
He had almost forgotten about the Horcrux, almost forgotten that the battle was being fought so that he could search for it.
"Then go, Potter, go!"
"Right yeah."

****

Sam and Harry hurtled around a corner and found Fred and a small knot of students, including Lee Jordan and Hannah Abbott, standing beside another empty plinth, whose statue had concealed a secret passageway. Their wands were drawn and they were listening at the concealed hole.
"Nice night for it!" Fred shouted as the castle quaked again, and Harry sprinted by, elated and terrified in equal measure. Along yet another corridor he dashed, and then there were owls everywhere, and Mrs. Norris was hissing and trying to bat them with her paws, no doubt to return them to their proper place....
"Potter!"
Aberforth Dumbledore stood blocking the corridor ahead, his wand held ready.
"I've had hundreds of kids thundering through my pub, Potter!"
"I know, we're evacuating," Harry said.

****

And then Sam and Harry skidded around a final corner and with a yell of mingled relief and fury they saw them: Ron and Hermione; both with their arms full of large, curved, dirty yellow objects, Ron with a broomstick under his arms.
"Where the hell have you been?" Harry shouted.
"Chamber of Secrets," said Ron.
"The Chamber... what?" said Sam, coming to an unsteady halt before them.
"It was Ron, all Ron's idea!" said Hermione breathlessly. "Wasn't it absolutely brilliant? There we were, after we left, and I said to Ron, even if we find the other one, how are we going to get rid of it? We still hadn't got rid of the cup! And then he thought of it! The basilisk!"
"What the ?"
"Something to get rid of Horcruxes," said Ron simply.
Sam was struggling to keep up with Hermione. "So..."
"So we're another Horcrux down," said Ron, and from under his jacket he pulled the mangled remains of Hufflepuff's cup. "Hermione stabbed it. Thought she should. She hasn't had the pleasure yet."
"Genius!" yelled Harry.
"It was nothing," said Ron, though he looked delighted with himself. "So what's new with you?"
As he said it, there was an explosion from overhead: All three of them looked up as dust fell from the ceiling and they heard a distant scream.
"I know what the diadem looks like, and I know where it is," said Harry, talking fast. "He hid it exactly where I had my old Potions book, where everyone's been hiding stuff for centuries. He thought he was the only one to find it. Come on."
As the walls trembled again, he led the other two back through the concealed entrance and down the staircase into the Room of Requirement. It was empty except for three women: Ginny, Tonks and an elderly witch wearing a moth-eaten hat, whom Sam recognized immediately as Neville's grandmother.
"Ah, Potter," she said crisply as if she had been waiting for them. "You can tell us what's going on."
"Is everyone okay?" said Ginny and Tonks together.
"As far as we know," said Harry. "Are there still people in the passage to the Hog's Head?"
"I was the last to come through," said Mrs. Longbottom. "I sealed it, I think it unwise to leave it open now Aberforth has left his pub. Have you seen my grandson?"
"He's fighting," said Sam. "Good plan sealing the passage."
"Naturally," said the old lady proudly. "Excuse me, I must go and assist him."
With surprising speed she trotted off toward the stone steps.
"Well, she's sprightly. Especially for a woman her age." Sam muttered under her breath, before turns and looking at Tonks. "I thought you were supposed to be with Teddy at your mother's?"
"I couldn't stand not knowing" Tonks looked anguished. "She'll look after him have you seen Remus?"
"He was planning to lead a group of fighters into the grounds."
Without another word, Tonks sped off.
"Ginny," said Harry, "I'm sorry, but we need you to leave too. Just for a bit. Then you can come back in."
Ginny looked simply delighted to leave her sanctuary.
"And then you can come back in!" he shouted after her as she ran up the steps after Tonks. "You've got to come back in!"
"Hang on a moment!" said Ron sharply. "We've forgotten someone!"
"Who?" asked Hermione.
"The house-elves, they'll all be down in the kitchen, won't they?"
"You mean we ought to get them fighting?" asked Harry.
"No," said Ron seriously, "I mean we should tell them to get out. We don't want anymore Dobbies, do we? We can't order them to die for us."
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione's arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
"Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot.
"Oi! There's a war going on here!" Sam shouted at them.
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.
"I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now or never, isn't it?"
"Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D'you think you could just ¨C just hold it in until we've got the diadem?"
"Yeah right sorry. " said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face while Sam was shaking her head at them.

****

It was clear, as the four of them stepped back into the corridor upstairs, that in the minutes that they had spent in the Room of Requirement the situation within the castle had deteriorated severely.
"Have you seen Remus?" Tonks called after him.
"He was dueling Dolohov," shouted Aberforth, "haven't seen him since!"
Tonks had run off into the dust after Aberforth. Ginny turned, helpless, to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

****

The furor of the battle died the moment they crossed the threshold and closed the door behind them: All was silent. They were in a place the size of a cathedral with the appearance of a city, its towering walls built of objects hidden by thousands of long-gone students.They sped off up adjacent aisles; Harry could hear the others' footsteps echoing through the towering piles of junk, of bottles, hats, crates, chairs, books, weapons, broomsticks, bats....
"Somewhere near here," Harry muttered to himself. "Somewhere... somewhere..."
Deeper and deeper into the labyrinth he went, looking for objects he recognized from his one previous trip into the room. His breath was loud in his ears, and then his very soul seemed to shiver. There it was, right ahead, the blistered old cupboard in which he had hidden his old Potions book, and on top of it, the pockmarked stone warlock wearing a dusty old wig and what looked like an ancient discolored tiara. Sam followed Harry closely. She watches as he stretched out his hand, when a voice behind them said, "Hold it, Potter."
They skidded to a halt and turned around. Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind him, shoulder to shoulder, wands pointing right at her and Harry. Through the small space between their jeering faces they saw Draco Malfoy.
"That's my wand you're holding, Potter," said Malfoy, pointing his own through the gap between Crabbe and Goyle.
"Not anymore," panted Harry, tightening his grip on the hawthorn wand. "Winners, keepers, Malfoy."
"Who's lent you theirs?" Sam questioned.
"My mother," said Draco.
Harry laughed, though there was nothing very humorous about the situation. Sam could not hear Ron or Hermione anymore. They seemed to have run out of earshot, searching for the diadem.
"So how come you three aren't with Voldemort?" asked Harry.
"We're gonna be rewarded," said Crabbe. His voice was surprisingly soft for such an enormous person: Sam and Harry had hardly ever heard him speak before. Crabbe was speaking like a small child promised a large bag of sweets. "We 'ung back, Potter. We decided not to go. Decided to bring you to 'im."
"Good plan," said Harry in mock admiration. He could not believe that he was this close, and was going to be thwarted by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.
"So how did you get in here?" Sam asked, trying to distract them as she saw out of the corner of her eye Harry began edging slowly backward toward the place where the Horcrux sat lopsided upon the bust. If he could just get his hands on it before the fight broke out...
"I virtually lived in the Room of Hidden Things all last year," said Malfoy, his voice brittle. "I know how to get in."
"We was hiding in the corridor outside," grunted Goyle. "We can do Disslusion Charms now! And then," his face split into a gormless grin, "you turned up right in front of us and said you was looking for a die-dum! What's a die-dum?"
"Harry?" Ron's voice echoed suddenly from the other side of the wall to Harry's right. "Are you talking to someone?"

****

"No!" shouted Malfoy, staying Crabbe's arm as the latter made to repeat his spell. "If you wreck the room you might bury this diadem thing!"
"What's that matter?" said Crabbe, tugging himself free. "It's Potter the Dark Lord wants, who cares about a die-dum?"
"Potter came in here to get it," said Malfoy with ill-disguised impatience at the slow-wittedness of his colleagues. "so that must mean"
"'Must mean'?" Crabbe turned on Malfoy with undisguised ferocity. "Who cares what you think? I don't take your orders no more, Draco. You an' your dad are finished."
"Harry?" shouted Ron again, from the other side of the junk wad. "What's going on?"
"Harry?" mimicked Crabbe. "What's going on ¨C no, Potter! Crucio!"
Harry had lunged for the tiara; Crabbe's curse missed him but hit the stone bust, which flew into the air; the diadem soared upward and then dropped out of sight in the mass of objects on which the bust had rested.
"STOP!" Malfoy shouted at Crabbe, his voice echoing through the enormous room. "The Dark Lord wants him alive... plus that's MY WIFE!"
"So? I'm not killing Them, am I?" yelled Crabbe, throwing off Malfoy's restraining arm. "But if I can, I will, the Dark Lord wants him dead anyway, what's the diff ? Why do you even care about her?"
A jet of scarlet light shot past Harry by inches: Hermione had run around the corner behind him and sent a Stunning Spell straight at Crabbe's head. It only missed because Malfoy pulled him out of the way.
"It's that Mudblood! Avada Kedavra!"
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" Sam shouted at him. Sam saw Hermione dive aside, and in her fury that Crabbe had aimed to kill wiped all else from her mind. She shot a Stunning Spell at Crabbe, who lurched out of the way, knocking Malfoy's wand out of his hand; it rolled out of sight beneath a mountain of broken furniture and bones. "Looks like you've lost your mother's wand Malfoy!" she laughed.

****

"Don't kill him! DON'T KILL HIM!" Malfoy yelled at Crabbe and Goyle, who were both aiming at Harry.
"Expelliarmus!"
Goyle's wand flew out of his hand and disappeared into the bulwark of objects beside him; Goyle leapt foolishly on the spot, trying to retrieve it; Malfoy jumped out of range of Hermione's second Stunning Spell, and Ron, appearing suddenly at the end of the aisle, shot a full Body-Bind Curse at Crabbe, which narrowly missed.
Crabbe wheeled around and screamed, "Avada Kedavra!" again. Ron leapt out of sight to avoid the jet of green light. The wand-less Malfoy cowered behind a three-legged wardrobe as Sam charged toward them, hitting Goyle with a Stunning Spell as she came.

****

"Like it hot, scum?" roared Crabbe as he ran.
But he seemed to have no control over what he had done. Flames of abnormal size were pursuing them, licking up the sides of the junk bulwarks, which were crumbling to soot at their touch.
"Aguamenti!" Harry bawled, but the jet of water that soared from the tip of his wand evaporated in the air.
"RUN!"
Malfoy grabbed the Stunned Goyle and dragged him along; Crabbe outstripped all of them, now looking terrified; Sam, Harry, Ron, and Hermione pelted along in his wake, and the fire pursued them. It was not normal fire; Crabbe had used a curse of which Sam and Harry had no knowledge. As they turned a corner the flames chased them as though they were alive, sentient, intent upon killing them. Now the fire was mutating, forming a gigantic pack of fiery beasts: Flaming serpents, chimaeras, and dragons rose and fell and rose again, and the detritus of centuries on which they were feeding was thrown up into the air into their fanged mouths, tossed high on clawed feet, before being consumed by the inferno.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had vanished from view: Sam, Harry, Ron and Hermione stopped dead; the fiery monsters were circling them, drawing closer and closer, claws and horns and tails lashed, and the heat was solid as a wall around them.
"What can we do?" Hermione screamed over the deafening roars of the fire. "What can we do?"
"Here!"
Harry seized a three heavy-looking broomsticks from the nearest pile of junk, handed one to Sam and threw one to Ron, who pulled Hermione onto it behind him. Sam swung her leg over the broom and, with hard kicks to the ground, they soared up in the air: it felt good to be back out a broom; missing by feet the horned beak of a flaming raptor that snapped its jaws at them. The smoke and heat were becoming overwhelming: Below them the cursed fire was consuming the contraband of generations of hunted students, the guilty outcomes of a thousand banned experiments, the secrets of the countless souls who had sought refuge in the room. Sam could not see a trace of Malfoy, Crabbe, or Goyle anywhere. She watches as Harry swooped as low as he dare over the marauding monsters of flame to try to find them, but there was nothing but fire: What a terrible way to die.... He had never wanted this....
"Harry, let's get out, let's get out!" bellowed Ron, though it was impossible to see where the door was through the black smoke.
And then Sam heard a thin, piteous human scream from amidst the terrible commotion, the thunder of devouring flame.
"It's too dangerous!" Ron yelled, but Sam wheeled in the air. Her glasses: that she didn't even remember wearing at the point in time; give her eyes some small protection from the smoke, se raked the firestorm below, seeking a sign of life, a limb or a face that was not yet charred like wood....
And then she saw them: Malfoy with his arms around the unconscious Goyle, the pair of them perched on a fragile tower of charred desks, and she dived. Malfoy saw her coming and raised one arm, but even as Sam grasped it she knew at once that it was no good. Goyle was too heavy and Malfoy's hand, covered in sweat, slid instantly out of Sam's.
"IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, SAM!" roared Harry's voice, and, as a great flaming chimaera bore down upon them, he dragged Goyle onto his broom and rose, rolling and pitching, into the air once more as Malfoy clambered up behind Sam.
"The door, get to the door, the door!" screamed Malfoy in her ear, and she sped up, following Ron, Hermione, Harry and Goyle through the billowing black smoke, hardly able to breathe: and all around them the last few objects unburned by the devouring flames were flung into the air, as the creatures of the cursed fire cast them high in celebration: cups and shields, a sparkling necklace, and an old, discolored tiara.
"What are you doing, what are you doing, the door's that way!" screamed Malfoy, but Sam made a hairpin swerve and dived. Sam yelled "SHUT UP MALFOY!"
The diadem seemed to fall in slow motion, turning and glittering as it dropped toward the maw of a yawning serpent, and then she had it, caught it around her wrist.  Sam swerved again as the serpent lunged at them; she soared upward and straight toward the place where, she prayed, the door stood open; Ron, Hermione, Harry and Goyle had vanished; Malfoy was screaming and holding on to her so tightly it hurt. Then, through the smoke, Sam saw a rectangular patch on the wall and steered the broom at it, and moments later clean air filled her lungs and they collided with the wall in the corridor beyond.
Malfoy fell off the broom and lay face down, gasping, coughing, and retching. Sam rolled over and sat up: The door to the Room of Requirement had vanished, and Harry, Ron and Hermione sat panting on the floor beside Goyle, who was still unconscious.
"C-Crabbe," choked Malfoy as soon as he could speak. "C-Crabbe..."
"He's dead," said Ron harshly.

****

"Where's Ginny?" Harry said sharply. "She was here. She was supposed to be going back into the Room of Requirement."
"Blimey, d'you reckon it'll still work after that fire?" asked Ron, but he too got to his feet, rubbing his chest and looking left and right. "Shall we split up and look?"
"No," said Hermione, getting to her feet too. Malfoy and Goyle remained slumped hopelessly on the corridor floor; neither of them had wands. "Let's stick together. I say we go Sam, what's that on your arm?"
"What? Oh yeah."
She pulled the diadem from her wrist and held it up. It was still hot, blackened with soot, but as she looked at it closely she was just able to make out the tiny words etched upon it; WIT BEYOND MEASURE IS MAN'S GREATEST TREASURE.
A blood like substance, dark and tarry, seemed to be leaking from the diadem. Suddenly Sam  felt the thing vibrate violently that she dropped it as it break apart.

****

There were yells and shouts and the unmistakable noises of dueling filled the corridor. Sam looked around and her heart seemed to fail: Fred and Percy had just backed into view, both of them dueling masked and hooded men: Death Eaters had penetrated Hogwarts.
Sam, Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran forward to help: Jets of light flew in every direction and the man dueling Percy backed off, fast: Then his hood slipped and they saw a high forehead and streaked hair.
"Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"
"You're joking, Perce!" shouted Fred as the Death Eater he was battling collapsed under the weight of three separate Stunning Spells. Thicknesse had fallen to the ground with tiny spikes erupting all over him; he seemed to be turning into some form of sea urchin. Fred looked at Percy with glee.
"You actually are joking, Perce.... I don't think I've heard you joke since you were."
The air exploded. They had been grouped together, Sam, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and Percy, the two Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured; and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed temporarily at bay, the world was rent apart, Sam felt herself flying through the air, and all she could do was hold as tightly as possible to that thin stick of wood that was her one and only weapon, and shield her head in her arms: She heard the screams and yells of his companions without a hope of knowing what had happened to them.
And then the world resolved itself into pain and semidarkness: She was half buried in the wreckage of a corridor that had been subjected to a terrible attack. Cold air told her that the side of the castle had been blown away, and hot stickiness on her forehead told her that she was bleeding copiously. Then she heard a terrible cry that pulled at her insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither flame nor curse could cause, and she stood up, swaying, more frightened than she had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than she had been in her whole life....
"No ¨C no ¨C no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!" And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face. Sam screamed, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She ran up to Fred's body, screaming at him to stop joking around and wake up...

**** Flackback ****
‘Want a hand?’ Sam looked up it was one of the red-haired twins they'd followed through the barrier.
‘Yes, please,’ Harry panted.
‘Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!’
With the twins' help, Harry's and Sam’s trunks were at last tucked away in a corner of the compartment.
‘Thanks,’ said Harry, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.
‘What's that?’ said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry's lightning scar.
‘Blimey,’ said the other twin. ‘Are you –?’
‘They are,’ said the first twin. ‘Aren't you?’ he added to Harry and Sam.
‘What?’ said Harry.
‘Harry and Samantha Potter,’ chorused the twins.
‘Oh, them,’ said Harry.
‘He means, yes, we are.’
The two boys gawked at them, and Sam felt herself turning red, she guessed her twin brother was as red as her. Then, to her relief, a voice came floating in through the train's open door.
‘Fred? George? Are you there?’
‘Coming, Mum.’
‘Anna.’ The twins nodded.
‘Fred, George.’ The girl with the long brown ponytail nodded.
With a last look at Harry and Sam, the twins hopped off the train.
**** End Flashback ****

The world that Sam know had ended, she had lost the guy that loved her for her, and not because she was the girl who lived. Sam's mind was spinning out of control, unable to grasp the impossibility, of the fact her Fred Weasley could not be dead, the evidence of all her senses must be lying, but through her tears she saw the reality of it as plain as day: Fred was gone.

****

Draco looked up from were he was sitting to see his wife: Samantha Potter crying and screaming over Fred Weasley. In one way he was happy that she would be his now, but in other way he was sad that she lost her love. He started to curse his aunt for doing that spell on him and Potter... then and he was cursing himself for even telling her that he was kinda in love with the Gryffindor golden girl and Princess.

****

"Get down!" Harry shouted, as more curses flew through the night: He grabbed Sam as Ron had grabbed Hermione and pulled her to the floor, but Percy lay across Fred's body, shielding it from further harm, and when Harry shouted "Percy, come on, we've got to move!" he shook his head.
"Percy!" Harry saw tear tracks streaking the grime coating Ron's face as he seized his elder brother's shoulders and pulled, but Percy would not budge. "Percy, you can't do anything for him! We're going to,"
Hermione screamed, and Harry, turning, did not need to ask why. A monstrous spider the size of a small car was trying to climb through the huge hole in the wall. one of Aragog's descendants had joined the fight.
Ron and Harry shouted together; their spells collided and the monster was blown backward, its legs jerking horribly, and vanished into the darkness.
"It brought friends!" Harry called to the others, glancing over the edge of the castle through the hole in the wall the curses had blasted. More giant spiders were climbing the side of the building, liberated from the Forbidden Forest, into which the Death Eaters must have penetrated. Harry fired Stunning Spells down upon them, knocking the lead monster into its fellows, so that they rolled back down the building and out of sight. Then more curses came soaring over Harry's head, so close he felt the force of them blow his hair.
"Let's move, NOW!"

****

Pushing Hermione ahead of her with Ron and Harry, Sam stooped to seize Fred's body under the armpit. Percy, realizing what Sam was trying to do, stopped clinging to the body and helped: together, crouching low to avoid the curses flying at them from the grounds, they hauled Fred out of the way.
"Here," said Sam, and they placed him in a niche where a suit of armor had stood earlier. She could not bear to look at Fred a second longer than she had to, and with tears in her eyes, after making sure that Fred's body was well-hidden, she took off after Harry, Ron and Hermione. only to look back at where her and Percy hid Fred and whispered, "I love you."

**** Flackback ****
Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and Sam, and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked. Harry saw he still had a black mark on his nose.
‘Hey, Ron.’
The twins were back.
‘Listen, we're going down the middle of the train - Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there.’
‘Right,’ mumbled Ron.
‘Harry, Samantha,’ said the other twin, ‘did we introduce ourselves?"
Sam shook her head.
"Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then.’
‘Bye,’ said Harry, Sam, Anna and Ron. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
‘Are you really Harry and Samantha Potter?’ Ron blurted out.
Harry nodded.
‘Oh - well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes,’ said Ron.
**** End Flashback ****

Malfoy and Goyle had vanished but at the end of the corridor, which was now full of dust and falling masonry, glass long gone from windows, Sam saw many people running backward and forward, whether friends or foes she could not tell. Rounding the corner, Percy let out a bull-like roar: "ROOKWOOD!" and sprinted off in the direction of a tall man, who was pursuing a couple of students.
"PERCY! NOW ISN'T THE TIME TO GO ON A SUICIDAL MISSION OF REVENGE!" Sam shouted after him.