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Grace

Eve awoke. Her eyes were sore and her lips, dry. She looked around the room, she was sleeping in George's bed, something she had never done and never thought would do. She brushed her hair out of her face and realised she was wearing one of Fred's shirts and her underwear. She looked at the post on the end of the bed, her orange dress from the night before was covered in the blood and dirt. She looked at the patches of dried blood against the bright fabric and started shrieking. She put her hands against her mouth, trying to silence herself after realizing what had happened the night before. Her screams echoed throughout the Burrow, Molly ran into the room, Ginny following closely behind. Molly sat on the bed and grabbed her, pulling her against her chest. Eve's screams turned into sobs. Ginny sat down on the other side, comfortingly rubbing her back. Eve cried in Molly's comforting hug, thinking of her parents.

"Do you want to be alone?" asked Molly. Eve shook her head.

"I have to make breakfast." said Molly. Eve nodded, knowing that Molly didn't have to make breakfast today; she just wanted Eve to come downstairs.

"I'll come with." said Eve, wiping the tears from her face and getting up. All of a sudden she felt a sore feeling in her stomach.

"Oh god, what happened to me?" asked Eve, groaning from her soreness. Ginny turned to her and looked very surprised.

"You got splinched." said Ginny, putting out her hand.

"When?" exclaimed Eve, feeling her stomach.

"When you and Fred apparated to your old house. You didn't notice?"

"No, I don't even, no..."

"That is how you got all the blood on your dress. Don't worry Mum used some of her Dittany on you after I slipped you the sleeping potion, you will be fine." Ginny, Molly and Eve were all walking down the stairs. Eve was focused on the night before. She couldn't remember much. She recalled seeing her parents killed by Elden and Eden, being attacked by Eugena, apparating and then waking up in the Burro. She still couldn't believe she didn't even notice being splinched, once of the most painful things you could do. She couldn't even try to imagine how she became so numb and unaware, only focusing on her parents. . Everything after escaping was a blur.

"Ginny, why am I in George's bed?" asked Eve.

"Fred wanted to keep an eye on you. Surprised Mum allowed it, you guys not being married and all." said Ginny. Eve smiled to herself, Fred and Molly old-fashioned ways.

Eve entered the kitchen, it had been packed and busy the past few days for the wedding, now it was silent and bare. Fred and George were sitting at the table, starring aimlessly into space. Mr. Weasley's paper was still on the table, unopened. He was sitting down in his armchair by the fireplace, poking at the fire with a weak arm; his eyes were baggy and tired looking. Nobody had noticed that Eve walked into the room.

"Where's everybody?" asked Eve, standing in the middle of the doorway. Fred looked away from the spot of dirt he had devoted his attention to and looked up at Eve, whose hair was tangled and greasy and her make-up from the wedding was smeared. She was pulling the sweater around her wrists, as if she was ashamed of being there. Fred started to speak, finding his throat was dry and unable to produce any sound.

"Ron, Harry, Hermione are gone...looking for them, the horcruxes. Fleur and Bill left for the cottage just after the wedding." replied Arthur getting up from his chair and hugging Eve tightly.

"Breakfast, shall we." said Molly. Eve sat down beside Molly and Ginny, across from Fred. Molly piled eight or nine waffles onto Eve's plate, as she turned around to grab a pan of sausages Fred and George leaned into her plate grabbing three waffles each, leaving her with two. She laughed and swatted at their hands.

"Good to see that smile again, Ev." said George as he dug into his plate. Eve smiled and felt wetness on her cheek, she was quietly crying. She dabbed the tears away with her napkin.

"Fred, I would appreciate it if you didn't feel up my leg." said Ginny, not looking up from her plate. Fred blushed a deep red and banged his knee against the table as he retreated. George grinned and Eve wiped the tears from her face again as she giggled.

"Eveline, dear." said Mr. Weasley, sitting down at the table and sternly looking at her from across the table.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley?" she said, pouring a glass of orange juice.

"You can't stay here, not at the Burrow or the shop." he said, not touching anything in his sight, just looking directly at the drained girl. Everyone stopped and looked at Arthur.

"I understand I'll leave tonight." said Eve looking down at her plate.

"No, you'll stay here for another day and then we are sending you to my late brothers', Fabian and Gideon, cottage up in mountains, by a muggle village." said Molly sitting down at the end of the table, grabbing onto Eve's hand.

"Why another day? Isn't that a little risky?"

"We think you should stay for the funeral." said Molly. Eve nodded, forgetting the fact funerals were usually expected after a death.

"I've informed some people," said Molly, handing her a list of names, "and I will write a eulogy tonight."

"Oh, um, Molly, could I write it?" asked Eve.

"Are you sure, I can write it." said Molly, taking Eve's hand comfortingly once more.

"I think it will be good for me, to write...you know." said Eve nervously as she felt tears building up. They sat there eating, picking at their food really. Eve got up and excused herself, returning to her bed room.

"I'm worried about her, all alone up there." said Molly once Eve left the room. Everyone in the room agreed.

Eve sat down on her bed, holding onto the list of guests, she looked at it.

Lee Jordan
Minerva McGonagall
Filius Flitwick
Pomona Sprout
Luna Lovegood
Xenophilius Lovegood
Amelie Beaumanoir

Eve could feel the heaviness around her eyes and her throat closing up. How would she stand in front these people, teachers, colleagues and friends of her parents, and talk about their lost life without breaking down? Eve took a deep breath, her voice cracking with despair as she wiped the tears from her face.

There was a knock at the door.

"Ev?" asked the voice.

"Yeah?"

"It's George and I. We wanna talk." said Fred, opening the door to the bedroom.

"Yeah." said Eve, quite weakly.

"We are coming with you." exclaimed George, sitting down on Ginny's bed across the room.

"To your uncles' cottage? No, you need to run the shop." demanded Eve, pounding her fist into the bed.

"Nope, you need us. We talked to Lee, he said he would come with us and we could do Potterwatch up there. It's perfect!" exclaimed Fred, sitting down beside Eve, grabbing onto her hand. She hadn't touched or talked to him since they apparated to the old house, she missed him.

"No, no, I'll be fine you guys need to run the sho-,"

"Eveline, stop, we are coming with you, that is it." said George. Fred nodded and George crossed him arms with satisfaction, waiting for her reply.

"I'm not cooking every night. When I do cook, you do the dishes."

"Forget it George, this girl won't budge." sighed Fred. Eve laughed, pecking Fred on the cheek.

"Alright, I need to go pack for tomorrow." said Fred, getting up and patting Eve on the head. Fred left the room and George was about to before Eve grabbed him by the arm and stopped him.

"Who's Amelie Beaumanoir?" asked Eve. The girl's name had appeared on the list of guests for the funeral and she knew her parents were godparents to the Beaumanoir children, but she had never met them.

"Her, uh, family is friends with our parents, they were killed a couple years back, just her now. She and I, uh, met, she works at, um, Whizz Hard Books, by the shop." stuttered George, scratching his head, nervously.

"She cute?"

"Very." said George. Eve patted him on the back and followed them downstairs to help Molly.

The day went by quickly, Eve caught Molly crying by the back door. She stood with her, for comfort. Fred and George were trying to busy themselves with packing, Arthur went to work, trying to seem like nothing had happened the night before. Ginny stayed in her bedroom most of the day. When Eve passed the bedroom door she could hear the muffled cries. Eve occupied her time by writing the eulogy for her parents. Nobody sat down for dinner, they were all tired and emotionally drained. Soon, Eve found herself asleep under the covers of her bed, snoring away peacefully.