A/N: HAIIII GUYS ONCE AGAIN I AM BACK READY AS EVER! its May 2nd /3 so time to write a war fic. review please?
It's been five years. Five, long, miserable years since the war. We were sitting in the back garden of the Burrow, Victorie running around our feet. Percy was with his fiance Audrey, Harry sitting with Ginny, Bill helping Fleur and her enormously pregnant belly into a chair, George looking extremely morose beside Angelina, who had her hand on his arm, Ron and Hermione were running late and Mum and Dad were in the kitchen, no doubtedly crying their eyes out for their lost son. As for me, I sat here with burn scars on my arms and my hair long, just as always. I was the only one who hadn't changed since the war. Is that because I wasn't there, wasn't around at the time? Maybe so. My mind drifted back to that night, the night I lost my brother and the night our family changed forever.
It had been a cool night in Romania. I had just come inside from work, to find my girlfriend at the time Darcy had cooked dinner. I smiled at her, kissed her cheek and sat down. She remained standing, her expression hard.
"What's wrong Darce?" I asked her, worried. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. She withdrew a letter from a drawer nearby and set it down in front of me. I recognized the Hogwarts seal. Why on earth would Hogwarts be sending me a letter? I opened it and saw Professor McGonagall's handwriting.
Dear Mr Weasley,
This past morning a battle commenced at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This battle resulted in a triumphant victory and the death of Voldemort, but not without casualties. Fredrick Gideon Weasley was killed by a falling wall at 5:48 this morning. Nymphadora Tonks also passed at 3:19 am. I offer my deepest condolences to you and your loved ones.
Signed,
Professor Minerva McGonagall.
I stared blankly at the paper for a few minutes until Darcy's voice snapped me out of it.
"Charlie, I am so so sorry." she said quietly, taking a seat beside me and laying a hand on my arm. I stood up, not taking any notice of her and walked out, Disapparating. I never returned and I never saw her again.
A/N: I'm thinking I should do a tonne of these, for each Weasley? Yeah? No? Tell me in the reviews!
