News
He sat in the living room of the Burrow, listening intensely to the radio, hoping he wouldn't hear anything about his brother, Harry or Hermione. The three of them had vanished after the wedding had been gate-crashed by Death eaters. He and Fred had had some idea of what they were planning, but he still couldn't believe that she had gone, that she had ignored all his warnings and simply left without so much as a word of goodbye to him.
"They'll be fine mate, you know those three, trouble finds them but they always come out alive." Fred tried to make his brother feel better as the names of people who were missing or dead continued to be read. There were so many, far too many. George just prayed that they didn't hear any names that they recognized.
"What if they don't? Harry is always so gung ho and never really stops to think things through. Ron is like his little faithful lap dog who'll follow him to the ends of the earth and back because that is what he does. Remember when we first went to Hogwarts? The idiot tried to sneak onto the train. He's like a puppy looking for its master. And Hermione? She may be a genius but she still has no idea what is going on. I just… I just don't want her name to be read out in that list." He waved his hand towards the radio. He felt drained with exhaustion and worry. "I just want her to be safe."
Fred sank onto the sofa next to him, nodding. He knew how his twin felt, he felt the same about Angelina. He knew where she was and that she was safe, but he still had nightmares of finding her broken dead body.
The news reel finished. Her name had not been there. This time. He left out a sigh of relief, his head falling into his hands. He'd listen again tomorrow, as he always did, praying that her name was missing again from the list, trying to convince himself that no news was good. but truth be told, it never is in a war.