I do not own the Harry Potter series. But Fred's death was not okay. So I made this alternate ending, where Fred lives.

I mean really, let's face. There is no possible way to hate the Weasley's. They're seriously the kind of family everyone wants to have. I seriously want friends like the Wealseys. Like, let me meet someone who has only 1 sister and a house full of brother, including a set a twins. Maybe make them ginger.

You see, I have a list of fictional characters that I want to adopt and just kind of lock in my room because I love them, and the Weasleys are there. Along with characters from the Mortal Instruments, Invader Zim, Percy Jackson, Chronicles of Nick, Dark Hunters, Criminal Minds, The Iron Fey, Avatar the Last Airbender, Legend of Korra, and so many more. Just look at my little icon/avatar thing. Join a Fandom, Die with Feels. There's a reason that's my picture.

Percy had felt the air pressure change a split second before the world around him exploded, cutting off Fred's voice and filling his ears with a roar so loud he didn't think he'd ever be able to hear again. He blacked out for a second after the impact, and when he came to, his first thoughts were where were his brothers? Ginny hadn't been in the room, but Ron and Fred had. His question was answered a second later when the dust cleared a little and he caught sight of the bright ginger hair that was always the tell-tale Weasley hair. It was Fred, laying several feet further away than he had been standing earlier, and he wasn't moving.

"No, no, Fred, No!" Percy barely heard his own voice as he scrambled over the debry. He dropped down besides the bruised, bloody face of the first of the family to welcome him back, and pushed some of the dirt off his face.

"Fred, Fred wake up, please wake up." He begged quietly, shaking the twin's arm. Ron came up beside him, and then someone new jumped into the room and the sounds of curses flying filled Percy's ears and he launched himself over Fred's body, wanting to protect his younger brother from whatever else was coming. He barely registered when Harry and Hermione came over, didn't notice when they knelt down on the other side of Fred, didn't notice when Hermione took Fred's wrist in her hand, and he didn't notice when they started speaking to him. All that he noticed was Fred was laying too quiet, too still to be Fred. He should be grinning or laughing or teasing or insulting someone, not laying still and quiet. He wasn't even quiet when he slept, not ever!

"Percy!" Ron smacked his arm to get his attention. "He's alive, you git, but we need to get him out of here!"

Percy looked up and saw Harry trying to pick Fred up from under his arms, so Percy grabbed his feet. Together they picked him up and started carrying him, keeping low to avoid curses. Ron and Hermione acted as escorts, deflecting whatever spells came at them.

Alive. Fred was alive. Unconscious then, but alive. That was what mattered. Fred was alive. When they got to the Great Hall, they found it teeming with wizards, healers going from bed to bed, trying to help whoever they could. There was no sound of battle up here. It was quiet, as if someone had put up a sound proof charm, but that was impossible. All the wards had fallen.

"We need a medic!" Percy yelled out, and two healers rushed forward, gesturing to an empty mat on the floor for them to lay Fred on. Ginny had heard Percy's voice, and he vaguely registered seeing her turn towards him from the other side of the room. The healers pushed Percy, Ron, Harry, and Hermione away as they set to work. Percy hovered close though. He regretted every moment he spent disowning his family, every time he said he hated them, every time he yelled at the twins and called them stupid and every horrible thing he had ever said to them. How could he have been so stupid? He should've known Voldemort was back when Harry first claimed it. He knew Harry wasn't a liar, the boy was much more humble than most kids his age. Percy shook his head. He was stupid, and no amount of O. or N.E. could tell him otherwise.

"What happened?" Ginny appeared at his side, her eyes fixed on Fred. "Is he-"

"He's alive." Percy said. "There was an explosion, and Fred was closest to it."

There wasn't much else he could say. He wansn't sure if that was all that had happened. It seemed like forever before he saw more ginger heads weaving through the crowd.

"You! It should've been you, you should be the one on that mat, not Fred! You're the one who left us!" George launched himself at Percy, looking both furious and upset at the same time.

"George, George, calm down!" Arthur grabbed George from behind and pried him off Percy. "He's still alive, ok? Fred is alive, and we're taking him to St. Mungos. He's still alive."

George pulled away and dropped down beside his bloody-faced twin. Fred was bandaged in several places, and had yet to wake up. The only sign of life was the very faint, ragged rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Molly was crying on the other side of Fred, across from George, trying to do what she could to help the healers clean him up.

"I wish it was me, I do deserve to be the one laying there, I messed up." Percy tried to tell them, guilt eatting away at him but he was interrupted by his father wrapping his arms around him.

"It's not your fault, Percy. Don't say it is. This would've happened either way, and there is nothing we could have done to prevent it. He knew the dangers of joining the Order." Arthur assured him. His eyes were glistening.

Madame Pomfrey came over. "The Port Key is ready. There are all sorts of protections set up so no one should be able to track you. Professor McGonagall is going to put extra protection spells on everyone going through. Who are you sending with him?"

Molly looked up at all of her children and husband. She would send them all if she could, but she knew they wouldn't stand for it. She looked at Ginny. "You go with him, okay?"

"But-"

"Ginny, please. You are my only daughter and my youngest. Please, go with Fred." Molly interrupted her. She looked like she wanted to protest, but decided against it.

"I'll go if you all promise to meet there as soon as it ends. All of you." She said.

"We will." Arthur promised. "It'll end soon, and we'll be there."

Ginny nodded, and Madame Pomfrey helped her use a spell to lift Fred off the mat and move him to the port key. Ginny grabbed her unconscious brother's hand, and along with several others who were taking various loved ones to St. Mungos, put her free hand on the old text book they were using as the port key. All injuries that were too severe to be treated here, were being sent to St. Mungos during this hour stalemate Voldemort had given them. She looked back at her family. George was watching, his eyes dull and not a single hint of a smirk on his, no emotion whatsoever there. Ron was next to him, looking upset. Bill, Charlie, and Percy were standing behind their mom, Percy and Bill each with a hand on their mother's shoulders, and their father standing a little behind them. He was the only one who looked hopeful, the only one in the room who looked like he was absolutely positive that the war would end soon and they would win. Then Ginny and Fred and the other injured and escorts were sucked through the vortex that would spit them out at the hospital.

For the rest of the Weasleys, the war ended quickly. They all wanted to avenge Fred. Though no one said it, they all feared he wouldn't make it. They took down Death Eaters left and right.

Then Hargrid came back, carrying Harry's body. Molly almost fainted when she saw it. She couldn't handle the thought of losing him, Harry was practically a son to her. After Fred being in the condition he was in, Bill having been attacked by the werewolf earlier, she wasn't sure she could handle this.

"He's not dead." Ron muttered besides her. "He can't be. We would know. He's faking."

And sure enough, Ron was right. Harry was alive and the war continued and ended. With all the wards and charms down, George was about to apporate out of the grounds to St. Mungo's with ease as soon as they got the clear that the war was over. Percy and Molly followed right after, but Bill, Charlie, and Arthur stayed behind to help the others clean up a little and help the wounded. Their healing skills weren't as good as Molly's, but Charlie had grown pretty good at healing burns after working with dragons for so long.

"How's Fred?" Harry asked as he made his way over to Ron. Hermione was right behind him.

"I don't know. He was in bad shape when they took him to St. Mungo's. George, Percy, and Mum are already there with him. Ginny too." Ron sighed. "I'll go up there soon."

"You should probably go now, before the shields are back up." Hermione suggested.

Ron was quiet for a few seconds. "Could you two come with me? I mean…Fred pretty much considered you two family too."

"Of course." Harry said, and they grabbed hands and spun around, reappearing in the waiting room at St. Mungos. They asked the lady at the front desk where Fred was, and she told them to go up the ICU level. They went up and spotted George coming out of the bathroom.

"George!" Ron called before his older brother could get out of their sight. The one-eared ginger stopped and turned towards the sound of his name. He looked horrible, exhausted and worn down, bags under his bloodshot eyes. Cuts, bruises, and burns covered his skin. He looked as though he hadn't received any medical attention since he left Hogwarts.

"How's Fed?" Ron asked as they got closer.

"Not good." George's voice was scratchy, as if he had a sore throat. He cleared his throat and continued. "Healers say he has 4 broken ribs, a punctured lung, pretty bad concussion, internal bleeding but they can tell from where exactly, a fracture somewhere on his spine. If….Well, they say he….he doesn't have much of a chance of getting through the night." His voice was shaking, and he refused to look at them, staring straight ahead instead as he lead them through the halls. They could tell he was trying his hardest not to cry. "The ribs are an easy fix, and the concussion is too, but the bleeding and the fracture are different. If by some miracle he wakes up, he might have permeant brain damage and might never walk again. Mum already sent a message to Bill, Charlie, and dad by house elf."

They got to the door and Harry and Hermione stopped.

"We'll wait here, it should only be family-" Hermione began, but was interrupted.

"You two are family." He said, pushing them forward. They didn't protest. Fred had been cleaned up, the blood wiped away and the bandages clean and white again. He was in a hospital gown instead of his torn up robes, and the blankets were laid neatly across his body. On the bedside table was a bowl with icey water in it and a cloth, which Mrs. Weasley was using to wipe Fred's forehead as if he was feverish. A neck brace was around his neck and a wand floated above him, the tip moving up and down with Fred's breathing. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that the wand was helping him breathe, much like the breathing masks that Muggles used.

The silence was brutal. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley sat next to each other beside Fred's bed, not taking their eyes off him as if they expected him to stop breathing if they looked away. Percy was standing against the wall, looking out the window, lost in thought. George walked past the trio and sat down in a chair on the other side of Fred's bed, across from his mom. He took the cloth from his mother to wipe Fred's head himself.

"His fever hasn't changed." Molly said. "It's stayed the same."

"At least it hasn't gone up." Ginny sighed, glancing up to Ron, Hermione, and Harry. "Hey." She greeted. They responded the same as they came further into the room. There was a series of hugs, a few congratulations for killing Voldemort, Molly saying how proud she was of all her children (including Harry and Hermione) with tearful eyes.

Charlie, Bill, and Mr. Weasley joined them shortly after. For a while, everyone sat in the crowded room in silence. A healer would come in every half hour to check on Fred's vitals and to offer coffee and water to everyone else in the room.

"Ya know," Charlie stated, breaking the silence. "I bet Fred would be laughing at us for being so quiet and depressed."

"Are we supposed to be happy?" Ron asked bitterly.

"Well…Voldemort is dead." George said. "And he won't be coming back this time."

"Hogwarts is still standing and it's being repaired as we speak." Bill added.

"Percy came back." Arthur continued quietly.

"We're all together again." Percy stated.

"McGonagall is the new headmaster." Hermione said.

"The ministry is being fixed, and being run by a member of the Order now." Molly put in.

"He'll be glad we're all okay." Charlie stated. "We keep saying we wish it was one of us laying there, but we all know he would rather it be himself and no anyone else."

A small smile broke out on the faces as they listed the things they could be happy about. Fred was still alive, and as long as that wand kept moving above him, there was hope that he would pull through. There was still a chance that he might wake up.

I was going to make this a one shot, but that would be one hell of a long one-shot, so I'm splitting it up into chapters. Reviews help me update faster!

Excuse any spelling mistakes in the names of some of the characters. If you see a name spelled wrong, let me know and I'll try to fix it in the next chapter!