Bill stood at the window, his hands in his pockets, his lips pursed, at the ready to whistle. But he found he could not.
Fred was dead. Fred, his brother. Fred, one of the two jokers of the family. Dead.
Bill felt a tear trickle down one side of his scarred face, but he could not make any move to wipe it. A soft hand touched his sleeved arm; he moved to make space for her.
Fleur laid her head on his arm and allowed her tears to flow, down her cheek and onto his bloodstained coat.
"Ee died with a smile on his face." she whispered, nestling against his arm. Bill nodded, hardly trusting himself to speak. "And Remus and Tonks died side by side," she continued, softly. Bill felt a shard of ice attacking his insides. In his grief about Fred, he had forgotten them. Remus, his friend and advisor. Tonks too was very dear to him; they were roughly of the same age and had been at school together.
"T..Teddy?" he asked, his voice cracking. "What about Teddy and Mrs Tonks?"
"Zey are at ze Burrow." Fleur replied. "Charlie Flooed. Zey want you zere, now." Bill nodded and moved away from the window. Fleur was Levitating a large bag with her wand. She took his cold hand in hers and steered him to the door.