Molly knocks softly on George's door, but he doesn't answer. She pushes it open, going inside. She finds her son sprawled across his bed, sobbing.

"George.." she chokes out. She moves over to sit on the edge of the bed and pulls him into her arms. She holds him close, letting his tears stain her shirt.

"Shhh.. it's okay." she murmers over and over again, trying hard not to burst into tears herself. She misses Fred too, but she needs to be strong enough for both of them. She can't let herself drown in the sadness that fills her from head to toe. She strokes George's hair.

His sobs quiet, finally going silent.

She continues to hold him, rocking slowly back and forth.

"Mum..." he says quietly, but doesn't seem able to continue. After a moment he goes on. "I miss him so much."

"I do too George." she sighs. She sounds tired. She hasn't slept in days. No one in the house has.