So what happens now?
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny sat together in Ron's room at the Burrow. They had buried Fred only a few days before and even though Harry and Hermione had felt as though they were intruding the family's grief Mrs. Weasley had insisted that they stayed until Hermione and Ginny returned to Hogwarts, Harry and Ron had already spoken to Kingsley Shacklebolt who'd told them that it didn't seem necessary for them to get their NEWTs to get into Auror-training. After all, they'd helped in the defeat of the Dark Lord; actually Harry had been the one defeating him.
A knock on the door startled the little group out of their thoughts.
"Come in." Ron called.
The door opened and Percy came inside and went over and sat down on the bed.
"Here's too quiet! Never thought I should say that…"
"But you're right. I don't think I've ever experienced the Burrow so quiet before. It's… wrong."
But they couldn't do anything. With Fred's dead the Weasley household had been shattered. Now George, who'd been so full of life even after losing his ear, was but a shadow of himself, only eating when he was practically forced to.
After a while Percy rose and went down to the kitchen. They all knew why; ever since he'd returned to the family he'd almost literally stood on his head to help. For some unknown reason he felt responsible for Fred's dead.
"Percy, dear you don't have to do all this. You really should relax!"
"No mum. I can't. Not when… when it's my… fault!" and he continued preparing for the dinner.
"What's you fault? You came back that's all there matters."
"You don't understand mum. I joked; it caused Fred to lose attention to the battle. Therefore it's my fault that he died."
"We all lost attention. Thanks to you Fred died happy. Don't give up joking just because you brother died. He would want you to joke you know."
They hadn't heard Harry enter. Now he walked over and, without any ado, began helping Percy with the dinner.
"He's still feeling guilty isn't he?"
"At one point I'd had said he ought to but now, I just want who remains of the family to be together."
They hadn't heard anybody enter and hearing George's voice almost made them jump in surprise.
"You know, it's not me who's dead. Mind if I join you? It's… weird to be alone."
They couldn't bring themselves to mentioning that he'd been alone in their, his, room all the time if you didn't count the funeral and all the times he'd been dragged down to eat.