I'll Always Remember You - (Fred Weasley)

"Avada Kedavera!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Sectumsempra!"
"STUPIFY!"
Spells shot every which way you can think of. Red, green, and yellow flashing before Abigail's eyes. After leaving a defeated looking Death Eater in a crumpled heap, she moved on to another. This time she was battling beside her fiance Fred Weasley. I know what you may be thinking, 'Isn't 20 too young to be getting married?' well Abigail and Fred loved each other. They were childhood friends, were in the same house and year at Hogwarts, and grew to love each other. He proposed the day after they graduated from Hogwarts. And now they are back to defend it from Voldemort. They finished dueling, victorious I might add, and went to find more Death Eaters asses to kick. They stumbled upon The Golden Trio and Fred's prick of a brother dueling more Death Eaters that they could handle. "I love you, Fred. No matter what happens." Abigail said. She just thought she would let him no. Just in case... Fred just smiled and leaned in and gave her a short and sweet, but passionate, kiss. They pulled away to Ron screaming "Oi! Will you two stop snogging and help?! There's a bloody war going on you know!" Abigail pulled Fred into the battle and they immediately started dueling. The particular Death Eater Abigail was dueling was persistent on screaming his spells. So loud that she couldn't hear anything but the spells whizzing past her. "Protego! Petrificus Totalus!" Abigail screamed. The Death Eater went stiff as a board and fell over. Abigail turned and saw Fred smile and look at Percy as the Death Eater he was dueling collapsed. He said, "You actually are joking Perce....I don't think I've heard you joke since you were--" there was a loud explosion that threw Abigail backwards.
When she got up she saw a pile of wreckage. With a hand sticking out from underneath it. Abigail and a few other dazed looking figures got up. After rubbing her eyes she saw Harry, Hermione, Ron, Percy, and the Death Eaters standing there. But not that one red-headed Weasley that she has come to love. Her future husband. Percy and Abigail scrambled to the pile and frantically started digging. A truly terrifying thought ran through Abigail's mind, "What if Fred is..." but she pushed it out of her head. That couldn't happen. Not her Fred. They struggled to move this one big piece of wall out of the way but when they did they saw Fred.
He was dead. Smile still etched onto his face.
"NOO!!!" Percy and Abigail cried in unison. "No! Not Fred! Not Fred...no! God please no!" Abigail sobbed over his limp body. She looked up, teary-eyed, to see a very satisfied looking Death Eater. Abigail lifted her wand and screamed, "AVADA KEDAVERA!" He fell to a heap. Abigail turned back to Fred. Percy was shaking him and Ron was looking into his eyes in shock. She broke down in quiet sobs and grabbed Fred's lifeless hand. Her engagement ring glittering on her finger, she collapsed over his chest, no longer feeling his heart beat or hearing his steady breathing, still holding his hand.
Harry and Hermione try to pry Abigail off of him but they just couldn't. Ron managed to get Percy off with much difficultly, but did it. But no matter how hard they tried they couldn't rip Abigail away from her used-to-be fiance. They gave up and ran away ("There's still a war going on!" were Harry's words).
Abigail knew that Fred wouldn't want her to do this. He was too happy and never dealt with depressing things. She knew that she would never fully get over Fred Weasley. That she would still love him until the day she died herself. And she would always keep his ring on her finger to show it. She would never let go.
Cheers rang through the Great Hall as Harry Potter killed Voldemort. Abigail was sitting next to Fred (who was moved to the Great Hall) still holding his hand and crying silent tears. She glanced up to see Voldemort dead body being dragged into the hall. It was finally over. A gentle hand came down on Abigail's shoulder. Looking up, she saw George--Fred's other half--crying over his twin. The rest of his family were around us three. His death was hitting us the hardest. No one knew how we felt. No one. "I'll always remember you, Fred." Abigail whispered. She bent down and gave her lover a watery kiss on his forehead, lingering for a few seconds.
Now, she was free to cry over Fred's deceased body. Now, she was free to mourn.