A/N: Hi, so I've never written anything Harry Potter related, but I've gotten to reading the Marriage Law fanfics, and I have to say I'm completely hooked on the idea. I'm also a big lover of Fremione, so if that's not for you, so sorry. I like to think I'm good with British idioms, but I may have lost my touch: so if you see any mistakes, I do appreciate having them pointed out.

Anyways, this is post-war, Fred isn't dead (because I can't believe that actually happened), I'll try not to Ron bash, but he's pretty dunderheaded in my opinion. But, let's see how this goes!

BTW, I'm not J.K. Rowling, no matter how much I wish it.

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The world had gone black within seconds of the last green flash Fred had witnessed shooting out of someone's wand. Percy, noticing the same green spell out of the corner of his eye, was motionless as he desperately tried to move himself towards his brother. His mind had already deducted the small probability of actually reaching Fred in time to help him. And he was right, of course. He was at least three feet away still when the green flash was intercepted by a dazzling blue, causing the deadly spell to ricochet into the wall behind their assailants. The stone wall of the crumbling school didn't stand a chance, and collapsed without a fight, successfully covering the two Death Eaters the brothers had been dueling. Percy only had a second to look to his right, where a small witch with too-bushy hair was ready to flee the scene, either to continue to help, or grab help for them. He waved her away, collapsing next to the lonely twin, waving his wand over him in an easy spell meant to detect any casualties or anomalies in a wizard's body. The witch only hesitated another moment before being pulled away by a different red headed Weasley, and losing sight of the two already laying on the cool stone.

Fred opened his eyes to a different spell, a hazy gray making its way up from his chest. He couldn't move quick enough to stop it from entering his chest, and filling his lungs with air he suddenly needed desperately. His chest heaved with the force, and he shot up into a sitting position, Percy moving quickly to aid him, "Bloody hell, Perce. Whadya do that for?" The stiff boy only smiled, his whole body relaxing, and gathered his younger brother in a huge hug, one he hadn't given in too long a time. Fred could only return the hug, knowing he was only too lucky to even be breathing anymore.

"Come on Percy," Fred mumbled into the curly hair currently pressed to his face, "We need to find the others." the stiffness returned, and with a curt nod, Percy stood up heaving Fred's heavy body with him. Collecting both wands, and stuffing the Death Eaters wands in their pockets, the two Weasley's set off towards the Great Hall, hoping it would be over.

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The Golden Trio was relaxed in the corner of the Great Hall, clutching each other in death grips, and trying to catch their breaths. No one was looking at them, something none of them were completely used to, especially Harry. Their hands were full of each other, barely any part of them untouched by the others. Hermione sat on the step in front of her boys, Harry's hand clutched in her right, with Ron's whole left leg pressed against her side. Ron's arm was slung over Harry's shoulders in a comforting manner, while Harry had slumped forward to lay his forehead against the back of Hermione's bushy hair. And Hermione's free hand was fiddling with Ron's shoe, occasionally grasping at the toes. They were all three staring at different points in the room, not really focussing on the object of their stares.

"It's gone," The black haired, soot covered boy finally mumbled into their silence.

"What is, Harry?" Hermione answered, knowing Ron wouldn't be able to muster more than a grunt right now. The blow he took in the Chamber had winded him for quite a while, and she was sure he still wasn't feeling quite up to moving around yet, let alone holding a proper conversation.

Harry shifted from her hair, smoothing it down gently before sitting up to lean against the wall behind them, allowing Ron's arm to drop from his shoulders, "His voice, and the pain in my head." Neither of them asked who it was he was referencing. None of them wanted to say his name so soon, as if to jinx it if they did.

"Let's see then," Hermione asked, pulling his head down, and the fringe away from his eyes. The scar that would have usually met her was much more subtle than before. The angry puckered lines had smoothed substantially, making it looked more like a crease from a pillow he'd laid on for too long. It was still an obvious scar, but not as daunting as it had been for the past seventeen years he'd had it. "Harry, it's practically gone." His hand went up to his head in a practiced manner, brushing his hair to the side to ghost his fingertips along the lightning shaped scar.

"Thank Merlin! That means he's really gone." Ron sighed heavily, as if the last weight he was carrying had dropped from his shoulders. Harry only nodded before slumping, exhausted, back onto Hermione, this time resting in the crook of her neck.

The wide doors of the Hall suddenly slammed open, making every occupant jump in fear. The trio leapt to their feet, wands at the ready, too accustomed to this than should be necessary. Luckily, their reflexes were unneeded, as the open doors revealed a new trio of Weasley's, looking unharmed, but beaten down as the rest of the hall. Harry seemed to perk up, and Hermione noticed it must have been because of the lovely and fiery Ginny, standing tall under her brother's dead weight. Hermione froze for a dreaded moment, not yet realizing if the brother between Ginny and Percy was, in fact, dead or alive. His shuffling feet as they moved through the crowded room gave her great relief, knowing Molly had all her children safe and sound again.

Speaking of the matriarch, the portly Mrs. Weasley was hustling through the crowds of onlookers, towards her last three children, gathering them in one huge hug. Ron squeezed Hermione's hand before finally breaking their triangle and moving towards his mended family. Harry instead grabbed for the hand he had dropped while preparing to fight, giving her a quick tug towards the red headed clan. They moved much slower, allowing the family to cry and hug in peace before intruding. Mr. Weasley had brought the rest of his sons over, and they had all joined the group hug. Hermione couldn't help the smile that pulled at her lips, seeing her adopted wizarding family still whole. She admitted to herself that the thought of losing even one of them almost tore her in two. It was why she had forced Ron to make that detour towards where Percy and Fred had been duelling. And a good thing too, she had managed to throw that deflection spell just in time, otherwise Fred may not have walked into the hall today.

Harry must have decided they were watching for too long, as he shifted towards Mrs. Weasley, notifying her of the two standing outside of her circle. With a small cry, she bustled them in, practically suffocating Harry between her and Ginny, and throwing Hermione in between the twins and Charlie. With Harry readily occupied between Molly and Ginny, Hermione was left to receive hugs from George and Charlie, the latter who spun her around in a massive, dragon sized hug. Once she was let go, Fred received her in his arms, curling the long limbs completely around her tiny frame, curling one hand around her hip and the other grabbing the back of her head. She had never received such a hug from one of the twins before, but she returned it gratefully.

"Thanks, Granger." She relaxed now, realizing this was a thank you for saving him.

"You're welcome Fred. I'm glad I helped." He pulled away, dropping her curls but keeping his arms wrapped safely around her. He looked like he would continue their conversation, but his twin turned around then and demanded their attention, "Oi Gred! Don't hog Granger. I want a turn too!" And with that, she was transferred through the Weasley circle, landing lastly beside Mrs. Weasley. She was gathered in a motherly hug, looking over her shoulder to see everyone smiling at her. And Fred, he was tapping his finger against his lips, imploring her to understand. She nodded once, just barely moving her head against Molly's cheek, but he seemed to pick it up. If he didn't mention it, neither would she, better not to worry the poor woman. And she wouldn't, if he didn't want her to.

Fred and George watched the trio be passed around, making sure to bump them as they went by, smirking as they jostled Ron a little too hard into their dad. The scowl thrown over his shoulder lacked the usual amount of malice, but they ignored it, smirking back as one, all three secretly happy to still be able to smile to one another. And if George noticed Fred's less than casual stare directed to a certain witch, he wouldn't mention it unless his other half did first.

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Alrighty that ends the prologue! This was meant as an intro to our story, on how Fred survived and the relationships between all. I'm not sure how long each update will be, but I'm sure this length or more is to be expected.

Hope it was alright, I enjoyed it. I don't think I've ever written something so quickly before, I'm glad this is working for me.

-AJ