Fred Weasley

The sound of spells echoed throughout Hogwarts. Order members and students fought off the Death Eaters. Fred ran through the rubble with his wand raised, casting spells as he desperately searched for someone.

His gaze scanned the chaos until he found her. There she was, his girlfriend, fighting with the same determination as him. But the smile that appeared on her lips immediately vanished.

Peeking through the confusion, she saw the dark silhouette of a Death Eater raising his wand just behind her. Without thinking, Fred ran over and grabbed her wrist quickly, pulling her behind a pillar.

—Are you okay? — I ask, looking at the girl's face.

"I am," she assured before speaking again. "It was dangerous. I don't need you to protect me because I'm a woman, Fred."

—I saved your skin, admit it. — He joked, bringing one of his hands to the girl's cheek. — And I'm not protecting you because you're a woman, I'm protecting you because you're my woman.