"It's not true, it's not, it's not!" Molly Weasley sobbed, her voice filled with so much grief it almost broke Katie's heart. "Not my baby, not my Freddy."
Katie glanced around at the redheads, their faces showing shock, grief, anger. Molly Weasley, the devoted mother, knelt on the floor beside her son's body, shoulders shaking with violent sobs. Her remaining family gathered around her. Arthur stood stiff, his body rigid as tears ran silently down his face. An ashen faced George leant heavily on Bill, his eyes unfocussed, mouth moving silently. Bill stared silently at his dead brother, grief and anger filling his scarred face. Fleur, stunningly beautiful in the midst of all the chaos, rested a delicate hand lightly on Molly's shoulder as she sobbed quietly. Ron, Hermione and Ginny stood together in a tight embrace, sorrow evident in their defeated poses. She felt the bile rising in her throat and stumbled back, she turned, running out of the Great Hall, away from the body of a man who had died too soon, a man she had loved beyond all reason.
She would never get that ring he had picked out and promised to give her once this was all over. She would never have the quiet spring wedding at the Burrow, with all his family in attendance, the one they had talked about in reverent whispers, late at night as they lay in bed. She would never see his face light up in joy as he held his child, their child, in his arms for the first time. The future, the beautiful, fragile future she had dreamed of was gone. And nothing could bring it back.