His family cried. Bill threw out every extendable ear he had ever bought.

Charlie packed up all his pictures in a ruddy old box.

Percy began to hate himself and drowned in the bottle.

Harry and Ron blamed themselves.

Ginny cried and cried in her mother's arms.

and George smashed every mirror in his house, and wished to be blind.

Then his family healed, slowly and surely. Bill laughed at the old tricks.

Charlie took his pictures from the box and hung them up like heroes.

Percy climbed out the bottle and got a new job.

Harry married Ginny and Ron found comfort in Hermione's smile.

and George wasted a way a little more every day.

Somewhere along the line, his family grew up. Bill had beautiful children.

Charlie was always too busy with his dragons.

Percy married for love.

Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione followed suit.

and George found someone who brought him back to life.

Then his family created another. Bill's daughter was lovely girl.

Charlie didn't bother, he loved dragons.

Percy named them Lucy and Molly.

Harry and Ginny had more than he could count.

Ron and Hermione's were very clever.

and George named his son after his hero.

In a century, his family grew old. Mum and dad were first to go, then Bill.

Charlie was too old, blind and battered from dragons to cry. Although he wanted too.

Percy said goodbye to his children and wife and grandkids.

Harry and Ginny fell asleep together and never woke up.

Hermione and Ron told their grandkids stories.

and George...well, and George finally didn't have to be just 'and George' anymore.

"Hey mate", Fred said, "What took you so long?"

"Living for you, you manky git", said George, "Let's go Fred and".

"Sure thing, and George".