Statue
Angelina stood in the middle of the Great Hall, amid the massive chaos. People were sobbing all around her as the bodies of the dead began to accumulate. She was almost too scared to look, but at the same time – she couldn't stop herself.
She turned around and around, trying to locate people in the large crowded room – to assure herself that they were all safe. But she couldn't. Because so many people were still missing. Especially the ones she cared about most.
And then Angelina froze. Her heart beat wildly as she watched Bill Weasley enter the hall, looking pained. He made a beeline towards his mother, who was standing next to Ginny and Mr. Weasley near the front of the room. Angelina saw Mrs. Weasley look up, and watched her realize what she had already pieced together –
One of the Weasleys was dead.
Angelina began to shake as she looked for any clue as to which one it could be; she found herself wishing it was Percy, or Ron even . . . just not them – not him –
A sudden commotion caused Angelina to turn towards the doors leading into the hall. A sob caught in her throat as she watched a terrible scene unfold ...
Percy entered, tears running down his cheeks. He stared straight ahead, refusing to glance down at the body he held in his arms, as he made his way across the room.
Angelina heard the exclamations around her –
"It's a Weasley!" "One of the twins..."
"Which one is it?" "Check his ear!"
But she didn't need to see the side of his head to know ... Unlike everyone else around her, she knew which twin Percy held ... She knew even before George entered the hall, following Percy blindly, looking pale as a ghost ...
Angelina silently walked closer to the Weasleys. She stared down at Fred's body, tears blurring her vision. Her heart broke as she watched the boy who had given her first kiss lay there perfectly still, like a statue. She couldn't comprehend the fact that he was actually dead ... that he wouldn't wake up in a few minutes and feebly crack some stupid joke ...
Angelina heard a sort of tortured sob, and quickly looked up. She found herself staring at George, who looked just as broken as she felt. He raised his head as well, and, with tears streaming down both their faces, their eyes met.
And for a moment, the world stopped. They stood there, staring wordlessly at each other.
Just like Fred.
Still as statues.