Chapter six- Disbelief
'What's going on?' Mrs Weasleys smile faded as she saw the two groups. Only one person did not have a look of shock on their face and that was George. He was being supported by Charlie had a look on his face that she had not seen for a long time. It was a look of contentment. The serious, pale faces of the other seven scared her and her insides had suddenly frozen. Mr Weasley came to stand behind her and laid a comporting hand on her shoulder. She lifted a hand and placed it on his reassured. Charlie gently pushed George to the front of the group, and her son looked her in the eye, 'Fred's alive.'
His mother looked at him with a pitying expression. 'Oh George' she said softly and reached out a hand to stroke his face. 'Please don't do this.' George pulled back from her touch and stared back at her. 'You don't believe me' he said with a bewildered look on his face. 'I heard him'. Bill spoke up with the same pitying tone on his voice. 'George you're ill we saw you.' George stood rooted to the spot, his expression stony 'I heard him. Godammit I'm not crazy!' his voice rose and he spun around to face the rest of his family. They were all looking down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with him and he laughed coldly. 'None of you believe me!' His voice held a peculiar tone of wonderment in it. His mother spoke up again 'Fred's gone dear...he's...dead' 'No! He's not! None of you understand! He's not dead!' George shouted and with a last disbelieving look at his parents, apparated home.
Back at the house he ran straight up to his room, slamming the door violently behind him. He stormed over to the waving, smiling picture of his family and tore it off the wall 'Damn all of you!' he screamed as he flung it against the wall where the glass shattered. He hit the wall hard, with the side of his fist and in doing so caught sight of the picture of him and Fred. He picked it up and gently touched the glass with one finger. 'I know you're alive. Don't worry I'm here, and I'll find you.' Tears filled his eyes as he looked at the picture. Two of the same.
The door opened and Charlie looked cautiously around it. At the sight of him, Georges anger exploded again 'Get out!' he screamed and threw the nearest object at the door, which happened to be a book. As it fell against the door, which Charlie hurriedly closed, it fell open. It was his diary. As he looked at the familiar drawings and tear stained entries from after Fred' disappearance his determination strengthened. He couldn't live like that. 'I'll find you.' he whispered.
'What's going on?' Mrs Weasleys smile faded as she saw the two groups. Only one person did not have a look of shock on their face and that was George. He was being supported by Charlie had a look on his face that she had not seen for a long time. It was a look of contentment. The serious, pale faces of the other seven scared her and her insides had suddenly frozen. Mr Weasley came to stand behind her and laid a comporting hand on her shoulder. She lifted a hand and placed it on his reassured. Charlie gently pushed George to the front of the group, and her son looked her in the eye, 'Fred's alive.'
His mother looked at him with a pitying expression. 'Oh George' she said softly and reached out a hand to stroke his face. 'Please don't do this.' George pulled back from her touch and stared back at her. 'You don't believe me' he said with a bewildered look on his face. 'I heard him'. Bill spoke up with the same pitying tone on his voice. 'George you're ill we saw you.' George stood rooted to the spot, his expression stony 'I heard him. Godammit I'm not crazy!' his voice rose and he spun around to face the rest of his family. They were all looking down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with him and he laughed coldly. 'None of you believe me!' His voice held a peculiar tone of wonderment in it. His mother spoke up again 'Fred's gone dear...he's...dead' 'No! He's not! None of you understand! He's not dead!' George shouted and with a last disbelieving look at his parents, apparated home.
Back at the house he ran straight up to his room, slamming the door violently behind him. He stormed over to the waving, smiling picture of his family and tore it off the wall 'Damn all of you!' he screamed as he flung it against the wall where the glass shattered. He hit the wall hard, with the side of his fist and in doing so caught sight of the picture of him and Fred. He picked it up and gently touched the glass with one finger. 'I know you're alive. Don't worry I'm here, and I'll find you.' Tears filled his eyes as he looked at the picture. Two of the same.
The door opened and Charlie looked cautiously around it. At the sight of him, Georges anger exploded again 'Get out!' he screamed and threw the nearest object at the door, which happened to be a book. As it fell against the door, which Charlie hurriedly closed, it fell open. It was his diary. As he looked at the familiar drawings and tear stained entries from after Fred' disappearance his determination strengthened. He couldn't live like that. 'I'll find you.' he whispered.