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Chapter 2: The Distant Nargles.

Molly Weasley was scared for George. He hadn't come down for dinner, but he wouldn't haven eaten anyway. He hadn't eaten much since Fred's death.

She found it unusual that George hadn't left his room all day. She didn't expect George to go outside and play quidditch with the family or anything like that, but even under the circumstances, he would come down to the kitchen and help out at least. She walked by his room earlier and heard him crying. She was going to go in and comfort him, but thought better of it. George would just yell at her to leave him be, so that's just what she did.

Molly put some soup in a bowl and began to walk up to Fred and George's room. If he wouldn't come down to eat, she would bring it to him.

Fred and George's room. To Molly, that's what it would always be. Even if Fred wasn't there, would never be there, it was still their room. Fred's room. George's room. That's the way it was, and the way it was going to stay. Forever.

Walking up the staircase, Molly got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She felt as though something was wrong. Yet she ignored it. She'd at that feeling since the night the war began.

Molly passed Ginny walking down the stairs on the way to George's room. She had a letter in her hand. Ginny had probably written to Harry and was going to send the letter via Hedwig, who arrived this morning bearing a letter to the family. He was finishing up some things at Hogwarts, but he would be there tomorrow for Fred's funeral.

The thought of Fred's funeral made Molly's heart ache. One of her own children was dead. The house would never light up the same again. She always thought that Fred and George would never succeed in anything, do any great deeds. They would always be pranksters. But Fred had sacrificed his life to save others. Fred would always be honored in the Weasley house.

No Molly she thought to herself. Now's not the time to break down. Your family needs you. Come on Molly, compose yourself. If you break down and cry now, the entire family will follow. You can't do that. Molly took a deep breath and forced her tears away.

She had arrived outside Fred and George's room. Molly knocked on the twins' door.

"George, dearie, I brought you some food."

No answer.

Molly knocked again. She figured George must be asleep, so she would leave the food for him on his dresser. He could heat it up later.

She tried to open the door to the twins' room, but it was locked.

Something's not right thought Molly. George never locks the door.

She took her wand out and opened the door.

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Over the hill at the Lovegood's, Luna was sitting outside her oddly shaped house, looking at the clouds above. Luna suddenly sat upright and looked at the Burrow below the hill. She swear she had just heard Mrs. Weasley scream. But no one was outside, and Molly Weasley could not scream that loud from inside the Burrow. Luna gasped. It must be nargles in the grass! She thought to herself. Luna laid her head back in the grass and tried to see if the nargles would scream again. Sure enough, seconds later Luna heard another nargle screaming, but it sounded very distant. Luna rose and began searching for the nargles lurking in her yard.

A/N: Okay, not the best writing, but I really had to write from Molly's POV. I don't really like this chapter, but I will have the next chapter up soon hopefully. It will probably be very long, but oh well. Please R&R!

-Sarah(Ham)