A/N: These following three chapters are part of the "Without you challenge" The death of someone, being mourned by another. First chapter is George Weasly, mourned by Louis Weasly.
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Chapter one: If you were still here.
George Weasley's body twisted unnaturally before he fell to the ground with a small thud, his killer Dolohov laughed his hysterical laugh, which echoed through the thin walls of this room. George's room, where he had lived, slept, breathed before that curse, that u n f o r g i v a b l e curse, destroyed him, what was him, his being was gone. He was inexistent, had the old Death Eater not given the thought that Uncle George had a family, a wife and two children? He would be now, with his twin Fred, who had been killed by that same man, the man 'Dolohov' who has ruined, so many people's lives, by killing these two innocent Weasly boys, who had so much more time ahead of them.
Such a life.
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Dolohov had come into George's room and killed him for speaking badly of the long dead Voldemort; though he was dead, he still had a handful of loyal, evil Death Eater's.
Louis Weasly was scared, Dolohov had dissaparated and was long gone, but he was alone now. His favourite Uncle was dead. Gone. Just like that.
His memory destroyed along with him.
He hurried over to his Uncle's side,
"George, Uncle George? Are you there?" He shook him gently, as if to wake him, but got no reaction.
"Wake up please." He dissolved into sobs and simply lay by his Uncles side until morning. He was woken by gentle hands - his father's.
"Louis, come with me, C'mon Lewi."
He picked him up and held his head comfortingly; Charlie picked up his younger brothers body and wrapped it into a sheet.
"Well bury him next to his brother, but take him to mum first, she'll want to say goodbye." Charlie started, choking back tears before continuing.
"Louis, did you see it happen?"
He nodded his face framed in a blank expression.
"Who was it, was it Dolohov, or Lestrange?"
"No it was Dolohov, he d-did the Avada Kedavra. Uncle George... he just flopped to the ground,"
The two older men looked at each other solemnly and nodded. They suddenly apparated to what Louis recognised as the Burrow, where his grandparents live. He entered the house to find all of his cousins, uncles, aunties and grandparents standing there grimly, even babyLily and Hugo were crying.
His mother grabbed him into a huge hug,
"My poor leetle baby boy, I am so sorry, I should 'ave been more careful, we knew they were after him."
"It's ok mum, honestly." Louis found his shoulders suddenly racking with the ferocity of his sobs, it had just hit him, his uncle, holey Uncle George was dead, gone forever.
Louis went through; like everyone else, a mourning period. His body felt stiff, his tears dried up and he couldn't cry anymore
No
He wanted to avenge his Uncle's death
Soon it would be Dolohovs turn to die.
Soon... he wanted vengeance.