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Deaths
Hermione looked out of the window, towards the cliffs, towards her lover. "Where are you, Tom?"
She whispered.
"Hermione?" Harry Potter tentatively looked in. Hermione turned, wiping away her tears
before smiling brightly at her best friend.
"Mrs. Weasley says that dinner's ready. Are…are you okay, 'Mione? You know you can
always talk to me…"
"I know, Harry. I just… when the time is right, I promise I will tell you what happened
alright?"
Harry nodded, eyes solemn. The two friends headed towards the kitchen, unaware of the
one person watching them.
"Hermione! Come, sit here. Sit with Harry. Ron will be here any minute now, and
Professor Snape too. Here you go, would you like mashed potatoes to go with that?"
Molly Weasley asked as she bustled around the kitchen, ladling soup into bowls.
"Where's Ron, Mrs. Weasley?" she asked, unconsciously toying with her food. "He has
gone to get Ginny. Now dear, stop playing with your food and just swallow it down.
Harry dear, do have another serving of the chicken."
"No thanks, Mrs. Weasley," Harry smiled at her, quietly slipping his unwanted portions
to Dobby, Hermione's new puppy.
"Do you think Arthur will be late today? And Bill too. And Fleur, of course. Oh dear, I'm
not so sure how many people are coming. Maybe I should expand the kitchen, don't you
think so? After all in this tiny cottage, every room in here is extremely tiny. Do you think
Dumbledore is going to be here soon? And maybe Percy. I received a letter from him. He
said he is doing well in Rome, but he's not sure when he will be back. And George, dear,
darling George. He-"
There was a pop and a tall man appeared in the tiny kitchen, grinning. "Hey mum, hey
Harry. Bonjour, Hermione."
Molly rushed into his open arms. "Oh George. I thought you wouldn't be here. I mean,
Percy isn't going to be here and Dumbledore is probably coming for dinner. Your
father's late…again. And… Where's Fred?"
She drew back from his arms, frantically looking around the kitchen. "Fred! Hurry now!
This is no time to play hide and seek! Come on out, Fred! Don't hide from your mother!"
She knelt and began looking under the table and chairs.
Harry, Hermione and George rushed to her and dragged her to her feet. "Mrs. Weasley-"
Harry started. "Harry! Harry! You know how naughty Fred is. He's playing hide and seek
with us! George, where have you hidden your brother? Fred! Fred!"
Fred was crying as he shook his mother. "Listen to me, mum! Fred is dead! He was killed
in the war, remember?! Don't keep torturing yourself like this. Don't."
Molly stared at her son, tears glistening. "What do you mean he's dead? Fred's not dead!
He is somewhere in this cottage, planning his next surprise for me. He's always full of
mischief, so don't tell me he's dead!"
George sobbed, running his hands through his mother's copper red hair. "Mum, please.
Please remember. Fred isn't going to come back anymore. He isn't. Please remember
mum. Please-"
Molly raised a hand and back handed him with a force so great it sent him sprawling to
the ground. "Don't tell me what to remember. A mother doesn't forget her son's birthday,
neither will she forget his death!"
She sobbed, pressing a hand to her mouth, staring at George's trembling form. "Why?!
Why did he have to die?! Why isn't it you but him? Why, tell me! Tell me! Why is it that
God is so cruel to take away a child from me and leave his clone alone?!" She began to
hit George, tears coursing down her cheeks.
"Why? Why can't it be you who died and not him? Why?!" Sobbing, Hermione and
Harry knelt and pulled Molly off George. "Mrs. Weasley, don't! Please, don't!" Harry
cried as he struggled to hold Molly still.
Hermione sobbed, her heart breaking into a million pieces as she helped George into a
sitting position. She took out her wand from her pocket and aimed it at Molly with a
trembling hand.
"Stupefy!" she sobbed. Molly collapsed in Harry's arms, eyes closed. The kitchen was
silent, save the crying of the three left in the kitchen.
