Chapter 7
George POV
George was fighting back to back with his older brother Charlie. When he had gotten here he didn't know. All he knew was that he had found him overwhelmed by deatheaters, and George had saved his sorry arse.
At some point there was a boom and a crash, that honestly didn't sound good. So Charlie and George fought through the deatheater scum, and finally reached the place the explosion was set off in.
George froze. He was seeing things right?! RIGHT!!??!?!?!?!
No, what George saw was Percy, his older brother laying dead on the ground.
Bill, Ginny, Ron, and Fred already there, all sobbing.
This... this couldn't be happening! It! It! It just couldn't! Percy is too smart to have been killed! Right!
No. No one is invincible, and George wasn't a kid anymore. He didn't have the silly idea stuck in his head that his big brother that he tormented none stop was unbeatable. No.
At some point Charlie had dropped to his knees, and started to cry. But George didn't. No. He stood their tears streaming down his pale freckled face, remembering sadly a simpler time. One in which Percy was alive, and Bill wasn't scarred. One in which they were all children. Bill hadn't gone to Hogwarts yet, and Ginny still looked up to them.
Because in his heart he knew. His big brother, Percy Weasley wasn't coming back.