"Bill?"

"Yeah, Charlie?"

"Do you think George will be alright?"

"I sure hope so…"

Bill sighed and jumped up onto the garden wall to sit next to his younger brother. Charlie drew his knee up and wrapped his arm around it. He let out a dry sob.

Worried, Bill placed his arm around his brother's shoulder and pulled Charlie into his side.

"Don't worry Charlie," Bill stated hopefully. "George has taken a lot of falls off his broom, what's this compared to it?"

"He fell from his bedroom window Bill," Charlie said in a tone of finality.

"Yeah," Bill said solemnly.

They sat in complete silence. It was a while before either dared to speak again.

Finally, Bill said something that left them both with a little hope.

"George can't leave," he said firmly.

"Why not?" Charlie asked, voice muffled because he had his face buried in his knee.

"Because," Bill answered finally, "Fred and George are a package deal. George can't leave with Fred still here. They will always stay together. And so, George will be with us."

For six-year-old Charlie and eight-year-old Bill, this was infallible logic. George wouldn't die; he couldn't.

George Fabian Weasley would return.