George would never forget the moment he found out about his brothers death.
Percy came charging into the Great hall where he was fighting and knocked down death eater after death eater. Tears were streaming down his brothers face, and George immediately knew something was wrong. Many people joined Percy, hope raised, but he saw his mother at the side of the room. She had stopped fighting, seeing her sons rage. She, like George, knew that he had lost somebody, which meant that they had too. George tore his eyes from his brother and looked around, searching for the rest of his family. He couldn't see anyone. His thoughts went to his brother, Fred. He had a sudden overwhelming urge to find him. He was guarding one of the passages with a group of students. He ran over to the doorway, leading to the passage, deflecting spells as he went. He reached the door and ran through it, realizing at the same moment, that Percy had run through the same door. His pace picked up, and suddenly he was sprinting all out. "Fred!" he cried, over and over, until he reached the end of the corridor where the passage was. At the other end of the corridor half of the wall had disappeared. Debris littered the ground. He walked forwards slowly. "Fred?" He called, his voice soft. He couldn't see any bodies ahead. Only the debris. His brother must have gone back to the fight George decided. That was when he saw it, his brothers shoe on the floor. He picked it up and turned around. It could have just fallen off right? Fred would want it back, he'd better go and give it him. But he was wrong. At last George saw him, and it seemed like everything in the world had stopped. An animal sound of loss escaped him. He was propped up in a hole in the wall, away from the battle. George didn't notice his wand and the shoe drop from his hand. He didn't feel himself drop to his knees hopelessly. All he saw was the figure in front of him. Tears fell freely from his empty eyes, blurring his vision, but George made no more noise.
Half an hour later when they found him he was still in the same position. The tears had stopped falling, it appeared he had ran out. It was Angelina's voice that helped him to move, and he followed those who carried his brothers body to the great hall without a word, to fall into his mother grieving arms.