Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
When George walked into the Great Hall of Hogwarts, it didn't feel great like the name established.
When he walked in, almost instantly, he felt the dismal, distressing atmosphere.
Eyebrow raised, he looked around, catching the eyes of his father, who looked grimmer than he'd ever seen. The older man had tears in his eyes, also a sight that George had never seen before.
Arthur stared right at George, who glanced to his siblings, finding the same grief-stricken eyes.
'Ginny, Percy, Bill, Charlie, F-'
His thoughts were cut short for a moment as he frowned.
'Where in Merlin's name is Fred?'
George found his mothers' red hair, sticking out from behind his fathers' legs.
As his eyes went further downwards, they widened to a size that nobody ever thought possible.
He just couldn't believe the sight before him.
Nothing- or nobody, stopped him as he raced forward, falling to his knees just short of his brother, his wand clattering down some few feet behind him.
It was as though the world had crashed and burnt as he clutched his brother; his best friends' body.
A/N: So ... I know it isn't very good, but I wanted to write something like this... Anyhow, man, I suck at A/N's, but this is what happened, in my head. And I'm really sorry, I didn't know what rating to put it under, so I hope this was the right one!
I'd really, really like to hear, or see, rather, what you think.
~Em