It was cold, depressing, and all around silent evening. The only occasional sound heard was the scream of a weasley. I on the other hand, could only stand and watch. The moment, I knew would come, had arrived. It sunk into my heart like a pounds of bricks upon a chest. I felt like I couldn't breathe, nor did I want to. The only thing that broke the silence, that seemed to deafen me completely, was the sound of a voice so familiar. "Angelina..." My glassy eyes' pulled away from the lifeless body, and up to the identical twin of it. George was a mess, as well as I. His lips' seemed to quiver uncontrollably, and the tears' stained his cheeks'. My face, was horrified. I could not pick up an emotion. My heart could not decide what to feel anger, pain, or sadness.
"George..." My voice was so low it seemed I hadn't said a word at all. George's dark eyes' stared down at me. I had loved the man, and now he was dead. I let my eyes blink and slowly look back down to Fred Weasley's limp, and lifeless figure. I had loved him, and had wanted to spend the rest of my days' with him. Now, it seemed that I had no life at all. Fred was the fun part of my life. The enjoyment, and pleasure that made me want to push to be better, push to be stronger, and push to live on. None of that mattered now, because Fred was gone. I wanted to tell George it would be okay. Tell him, that everything would be fine in the end, but I myself felt it was a lie. I couldn't pull myself together well enough to lie to George. Lie to him to his face, and to lie to myself. I closed my eyes softly, and felt the sudden caress upon my cheek. His soft fragile hands'. For a moment I had drifted off into a fantasy world, and Fred was the one holding my cheek. I could see his face now, his beautiful eyes, and the way he smiled at me. I opened my eyes, and felt a few more tears' roll down as Fred's face faded away. My eyes looked up to George, and there he was. Fred was right here in front of me. It must sound sick, I know, but you couldn't blame me. They are identical twins', and when I looked at George then I saw Fred.
"Angelina..." Then it all happened so quickly. George had embraced me, and I embraced him back. My hands' tightly wrapped around his body, and his arms pulling me closer to him. Neither of us could speak, for if we did we knew it would only hurt worse. I shut my eyes tightly, letting the teardrops slide through the lids'. How could they do this? How could someone take such a wonderful being from this world, and hurt so many people? All of us were fragile at this time, but it seemed George and I were getting stronger. Stronger from holding each other, letting each other know we're there for one another. The embrace lasted for a long time, and it wasn't a love embrace. The embrace was warm, and welcoming. Almost as if George was imagining hugging Fred. While I imagined it as well. Neither of us needed a lover, or a family member. We just needed someone strong enough to hold us up. George was my strength, and I his. I slowly opened my eyes, and watched in horror as Mrs. Weasley lunged up from the body. Screaming, and raging on. Her wand flung out solid bolts of red breaking glass, walls, concrete, anything she could see. Mr. Weasley was calm, and said nothing. My eyes watched him closely as he took in my stare. He put part of a smile on his face and nodded towards me. As if saying, excuse my wife. I shut my eyes again, and as Mrs. Weasley's rage grew louder, George's hold seemed to grow tighter on me. He needed me as much as I needed him. Right there, I decided. No matter what he said, what he did, or anything. I would be there for him, he needed me and without him I had lost Fred completely...