No one knew what had happened to the sixth hand on the clock. After the Battle of Hogwarts, it had suddenly disappeared. Molly was heartbroken by this subtle reminder that her son was dead.
George sat alone in his and Fred's room. The dark and silent room was as miserable as George.
He clutched the shiny gold hand that was Fred's in his hands, and stared at it with blank eyes. Mum wouldn't need it anymore anyways; he was dead. He tucked it quietly behind his pillow, and lay down, eyes searching through the dark for the familiar outline of Fred.