My aim is to make you cry-I'm terribly sorry, but if I've written this properly that's what should happen! Please read because I spent a lot of time on this.
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Although curses continued to zap aimlessly across the hall; time stood still for George Weasley. Percy had re-counted the events over the background noise to his family and their father had immediately lost control. Mrs. Weasley had soon joined him in his anguish, whilst Bill held Fleur under one arm and Ginny under the other. Ron held Hermione while they both cried. Percy stared at his brother's peaceful face. But there was no-one to hold George, no-one to re-assure him, no-one to wake him up from this nightmare. His best friend and brother had been killed in one blast. Fred was gone.
George didn't know what to say or do or feel. He couldn't tell whether his heart was racing, or whether it was beating at snail pace. George could have been bleeding to death-but he wouldn't have felt it. Although he hadn't been there, the moment Fred had died, George knew something was wrong. He felt a sudden ache, weariness and grogginess, as if he had been recovering from a bad case of the flu. Then he'd found Ginny in floods of tears and everything had made sense. When he saw Fred's laughing eyes, a pang in his chest arrived, like his heart really was breaking. He felt empty. How could he survive? How could he pull another prank? How could he get up in the morning without Fred? It was like losing your shadow. Nothing George could say or do would bring him back. Science could prove that. But George still couldn't accept it.
Thankfully the tears came; rolling down his cheeks like the many ball bearings the twins had on past birthday cakes. Like bludgers George and Fred had batted away together on the quidditch pitch. Like the circular pictures on the Weasley clock, one of which would now point at "dead".
He had to move. In two paces George had found more people he cared about lying on the floor. Remus and Tonks. They'd been killed like Lily and James Potter; leaving a small child on his own. Like Fred, Teddy would face pain and suffering. He'd feel empty too without parents. He'd feel a pain which could be replaced by nothing or no-one. He'd cry at night because he felt so alone.
"I'll look after him." George breathed to the deceased Tonks.