A/N: My entry in BelleD'Opium's challenge 'The Character Death Challenge'. My characters were Lucius Malfoy and George Weasley, and my prompt was 'Earring'. Another thing is, that today is my birthday! :P

Of Blood, Tears and Earrings

"So what? You're going to kill me Malfoy?" George Weasley laughed. It wasn't his usually carefree laugh, instead it was almost manically. It wasn't one of the two Weasley pranksters who stood in front, but instead a mad man.

If Lucius hadn't been so used to The Dark Lord, he would surely have shivered. "Don't get in my way, Weasley. I'm looking for my son. If you move now, I will spare you. You don't have to go the same way as your pathetic brother."

It was almost as if an explosion happened inside the boy. One minute he was laughing, and the next he was racing towards him, like an angry bull. "Don't - you – ever," The Weasley boy's left hand was suddenly around his troth, while the right had snatched the wand out of his hand. He tried to get some air into his lungs, but it was impossible. He couldn't breathe.

"DARE insult my brother! Fred was ten thousand times more worth than you'll ever be." George Weasley said the last part in a deadly whisper, and this time Lucius really did shiver.

He tried to get the Weasley of him, but Weasley had pushed him down at the floor, and was now sitting at his stomach, with his legs pinning his hands to the floor. He felt so utterly helpless and desperate. He couldn't get away, and was forced to watch as life was taken away from him. By a Weasley.

He couldn't do anything to protect his son. He had no say what so ever in anything, anymore. Lucius was helpless, and that was something a Malfoy certainly could not be.

But there just wasn't anything he could do. George Weasley didn't seem to be even thinking about moving, and everything around Lucius was floating together as one, and all the sounds; screams, cries and the pure sound of destruction from the battle, deadened.

He was slipping away.

Suddenly he could feel George relaxing a bit, and desperately Lucius clung on to the last straw of life. He threw his arms up searching for freedom, almost like a blind man. In a lucky coincidence, his left arm actually got free from George's grip. As soon as it was free, it began working on its own – that was the way Lucius felt it anyway. In any case, he had no idea how he suddenly got a piece of long, tiny, sharp, something in his hand. And he certainly didn't know how it ended up in George's ear, but he did remember watching it glitter and a killing curse being reflected in it, as the blood quietly dripping from the Weasley's only remaining ear, like an earring.

Lucius's last thoughts were upon lost innocence, his realization that a new monster had been created and the terrifying truth that he'd missed his chance on living and on saving his son.

"You're all going to pay, you're all going to pay," George Weasley whispered, as his last tears ran down his face. They mingled with the blood from his new earring and disappeared.