Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, but not through lack of trying.
Chapter 3
The Wealsey family went home in silence, still mourning the terrible incident. Little sobs uttered by Mrs Weasley and the rushing of wind were the only sounds that broke the dead silence in the night. Fred still hadn't cried, though the whole family did. Most of the family were worried about Freds' odd behaviour. Some were even scared. Harry didn't come over to stay because he couldn't bear to see the Weasley family in such a state. Mr Weasley opened the door with shaking hands and stumbled in. The air was still in The Burrow though it was whistling frighteningly outside. Ginny made a brave stab at talking.
'What's going to happen with his clock hand?' She asked her father timidly.
'We'll have to take it down I suppose. But we'll do it in the morning. The family needs rest.' He answered while trying to hold back tears. They all made their way up the stairs and into their rooms. Fred stayed behind still staring at the clock. Georges' hand was pointing at the end where there were no words. He'd ask mom tomorrow. He wanted rest too.
He opened the door to his room noiselessly and went in. Georges' bed was as messy as ever, just like his. On the wall, there was a picture of him and George waving madly, covered in soot. He realised that there were to be no more Weasley twins, just Fred. No more Fred and George, Just Fred. Finally, he cried.
Ginny Weasley wanted so badly to go in and comfort her brother, but dared not let him know that she was spying on him. She left him sitting on Georges' bed with his face in his hands.