A/N I'm starting to add a few sections that aren't in Angelina or George's point of view as it is sometimes necessary.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

George gently placed Verity's arm on top of the upper sheet and turned to leave. He immediately stopped, turned back towards the bed and ever so gently closed Verity's eyes. All the while he was struggling to remain calm.

"Goodbye, dear," he whispered, the tears coming faster and faster. Audrey walked around the bed and placed her hand in his shoulder. George over a foot taller than her, so this was somewhat difficult. "Oh, Audrey," he cried burrowing his face in her shoulder, "what am I going to do?"

Audrey awkwardly tried to support him, but she was crying in George's shoulder at the same time he was crying into hers. They were finding solace the only way they could: with each other.

At that moment, the door opened and Healer MacKay entered the room. She stopped suddenly for a moment as George looked up at her, then she continued towards the bed. After performing a spell to check Verity's vitals, which all registered at zero, Healer MacKay slowly pulled the sheet over Verity's head and turned to leave.

"You may stay for a few more minutes," she said gently and shut the door as she left.

George and Audrey stood in the room for a few more moments as they tried to both calm and comfort each other, neither of which worked very well, and say their goodbyes to Verity. Then quickly went back to the reception area to Floo back to the Burrow.

When they arrived home, nearly everyone was in the sitting room. "George, what happened?" asked Ron, worry etched on his face. The last time George had looked like that was at the funeral for F-Fred.

George didn't answer, but went straight upstairs to his bedroom. He needed to be alone.

"George?" called Molly in a worried tone. The last time she'd seen George act like this was only three weeks ago when they came back from Hogwarts. She did not want George to turn back into that version of himself again.

"Don't follow," said Audrey quietly, collapsing onto a nearby sofa. The firmness of her voice caused everyone to turn and look at her.

Harry took one look at Audrey and knew what she had just seen. He had seen that look to many times not to recognize it at first glance.

"Audrey dear, what happened?" Percy asked quietly, as he sat down next to her and pulled her close to him.

Audrey turned and buried her head in his shoulder as the tears she had been holding back sprang from her eyes. "She died, Percy, she died!" Percy wrapped his arms even tighter around her as those in the rest of the room sat still in shock. They had all assumed that the deaths from the war were over. None of them had even thought about those who could still die from injuries. "V-Verity w-was my closest friend." The words were coming in gasps as Audrey tried to steady her breathing.

Percy didn't say anything. He simply sat there and allowed Audrey to cry as he rubbed her back. "I've never had a friend die before," she murmured, having regained some slight control over her voice.

"Shh, Audrey," said Percy gently. "You'll see her again."

"Don't say that!" said Audrey angrily as she sat up and pushed Percy away from her. "You don't know what it's like to loose your best friend!"

Percy sighed. "You're right Aud," he said barely above a whisper and he gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Percy paused for a moment and added huskily, "I don't know what it's like to loose a best friend, but I do know what it's like to loose a younger brother."

Audrey started at him blankly for a few moments, then realization hit her. "Oh, Percy, I'm sorry," she said, as the tears she had managed to force back broke through again. Once again, she buried her face in his shoulder.

"It's all right, Audrey," Percy said. "I know you didn't mean it."

"I know," Audrey said quietly, "but it still is difficult."

"Where's George?" asked Charlie suddenly, breaking the silence.

"I think he went upstairs," answered Hermione.

"I'll go see if I can help," said Charlie standing up.

"Charlie, you should leave him alone," said Arthur. "No one understands what he's both gone through and is going through."

"Dad, I know what it's like to lose the one you love to death," said Charlie sharply as he exited the sitting room and hurried up the stairs leaving several very confused people.

Charlie arrived upstairs and paused in front of the twins', no George's, bedroom. Or should it still be considered the twins' bedroom? They had grown up in that room. He called, "George, are you in there?"

"What do you want?" asked George curtly, but he hadn't refused entry, so Charlie opened the door. George was sitting with his back to the door, looking out through his window over the the scenery. His chin was resting on his hands and his elbows were on the windowsill "Well?"

"George, I want you to know that I do understand what you're going through, at least with Verity's death," Charlie said quietly. He wasn't certain how to say this, but figured speaking bluntly was probably the best option at the moment.

"How?" cried George. "How can you understand? You never were in love!"

Charlie sighed as he sat down on the bed near the chair George was in. "I was in love . . . once," he said quietly as he forced the tears to stay away.

"With whom?" asked George, looking up at Charlie with his red-rimmed eyes.

"T-Tonks," said Charlie quietly. "I had loved her since my fourth year, but she didn't love me in the same way. She loved me as a brother. I had always hoped that she, that she'd learn to love me th-the way I-I loved her." Charlie took a deep breath and continued.

"I almost hated her when she first married Remus as I knew she'd never love me. B-but when I-I saw their bodies . . ." Charlie's voice trailed off. "You were lucky Verity loved you in return," he said finally. "I know I'm never going to love again, Tonks was everything to me, but I hope that you'll be able to learn to love again. You're still young and have a lot life ahead of you."

George had been staring at Charlie in surprise. He had often wondered why his second eldest brother had never gotten married and now he knew. Someone actually understood what Verity's death was doing or would do to him. No one would be able to fully understand what had happened, but there were many people who could partly understand. He couldn't hold it in. Harry was right. He needed to find a way to get his emotions out.

"Thanks Charlie," he said quietly. "I truly loved her and she loved me. I-I placed the engagement ring I had bought on her finger right before she died. I-I told her that, that I'd always love her and that I still wanted her to have the ring."

"George," said Charlie quietly, "I'm glad you were able to see her. I saw Tonks at Bill's wedding and didn't see her again until, til, she-she was d-dead."

"We can help each other, Charlie," George answered as he got up and sat down next to Charlie. "Somehow or other we'll get through this."

A/N I normally don't ask people to review, but please do. I want to know if people are still reading and enjoying this story as I still have a lot planned.