Splitting pains spread throughout my body as I dawned on consciousness, I felt uneasy. There was yelling nearby, but there were no distinguishable words reaching me, as though I was sat in a bubble. As I started to move the voices stopped yelling, noticing my movements as I opened my eyes to reveal that I was in Fred's bed in his old room at the burrow, though it was dark so someone had either closed the curtains or it was night, the later would mean that I had been unconscious for at least 10hours and was not preferred. Unable to sit up, I simply waited for someone to come and help me, that someone happened to be Tonks; propped up against a pile of pillows, I was able to see everyone in the room. When I noticed that Fred was not among them I felt like a small part of me was missing, and when I saw the looks on everyone's faces I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, they all looked as though there was some great burden was pressing down on them.
Mrs Weasley cleared her throat as though to say something but seemed to lose the words and the room fell into a deeply unsettling silence, George sat on his bed on the other side of the room looking far too uncomfortable for someone to think that he had slept in it for nearly all of his life, digging his feet into the floor. While Angelina perched awkwardly at the end of the bed I was in, staring at me as though I was a strange caged animal that might lash out at any moment, no one else made an attempt to talk, leaving the silence to boil the room into a dangerous stalemate.
When the silence finally became too much for me to handle, which was a fair few minutes, I spoke up with a voice that was far quieter than I had meant for it to be. "What happened?" sounding like a small child rather than someone nearly twenty years old.
It was Tonks that spoke, "Death Eaters," her voice softer than I think I had ever heard it. "They attacked us, we think it was just random that they hit there since there wasn't really anyone they might want to target there. They just wanted to terrorise people." Her tone was laced with anger and sadness, yet she continued, "I apparated us to the first place that I could think of, which was here." I could tell by how she ended it that there was more, and that she was not going to be the one to share it with me.
George was the next to speak, "Freddie knows that you are here, he just had to leave for a little while, he should be back soon enough," trying to comfort me though I could sense that something was being withheld from me once again, they were all skirting around something that I wasn't aware of yet.
Mrs Weasley came over to me and crouched by the bed, holding my hand within both of hers and rubbing small circles with her thumbs. "Darling the spell that hit you caused a lot of internal damage," seemingly checking my reaction after that small amount of information, after only seeing confusion she continued. "We managed to stop most of the bleeding but," she then placed my hand onto my stomach, which I noticed was flatter than I had last remembered.
The realisation hit me, and a hollow feeling swelled in my chest, I could see that they were all waiting for me to cry, or react at all. But instead I just sat there with my hand on my empty belly, now completely numb, I wanted to cry, I wanted to feel anything but the dull ache that had so quickly taken up residence inside me.
"Oh."
That was all I said, a small acknowledgement of the bomb that had just been dropped in the now too small room, enough for them to know that I now knew what they had all known sitting around me. The silence drooped over the room again, I felt Mrs Weasley's hands drift away from me and was aware of people leaving the room until only George was left. Fred wasn't here. He was going to cope however he must and that would not involve me.
I felt the bed dip as a body pulled me against it, George, he was here. He held me for what seemed like hours, stroking my hair with his arm around me, I still didn't cry.
How could I? I would be crying for what never was.