A/N: Okay, well, it's been 2 days. So a bit longer than I thought, but oh well. Now, enough of this author's note, I'll just write the story now. Oh yeah, if you want to know why Bill and the other older ones are at breakfast, it's because it's Christmastime and they're visiting.
"Everyone, l-listen, please," Molly said sadly at breakfast the next morning.
"What is it, Mum?" Ginny asked gently.
"I b-broke the locking charm l-last night. G-george is d-dead," she said, tears falling down her cheeks. Ginny started sobbing. Ron, Bill, and Charlie were crying silently, though they didn't let it show. Percy just looked sad; he figured George would commit suicide. Arthur was at the Ministry, but he cried with Molly when he heard last night. Harry and Hermione looked very sad, but they very much knew it.
"H-how long do you think he's been d-dead?" asked Percy after a few moments' silence.
"He seemed to have only been dead for a few minutes," she replied.
"Really? With no food?" Charlie asked, disbelieving.
"He felt like it. Exactly as Fred felt, at first," she said.
"Hmm, well, were you tired?" asked Bill.
"Yes, so he's probably been dead a little while. There was no rotting smell or anything of that sort," she added the last bit quickly.
"Did he leave a will, saying whether or not he committed… suicide?" asked Ron tensely.
"He left a will."
"What's it say?" asked Ginny. Molly read the will out loud.
"So, there won't be a funeral?" asked Harry, confused.
"A home service." Molly replied.
"Really, how thick can you get," Hermione whispered to him.
It was all very well. They cared about him. And Fred. George felt a lot of dread, why couldn't he just join them right now? Why did he have to react like this? George heard all this (with an Extendable Ear) feeling like he'd just completed a successful prank, but one that dangers someone else. He was not only causing his family grief. He'd been doing that since the funeral anyway. Now he couldn't make noise, and couldn't go into public. He couldn't go downstairs, he couldn't get married. Basically, he couldn't live. Live life normal, that is. It was exactly like Azkaban, other than the general environment. The only difference was he didn't commit a crime and he doesn't hear wails of madness all day.
When he went to sleep that night, he had another dream. It was nothing of any importance. Just a dream about the time when Fred turned Ron's teddy bear into a spider. But for some reason, that memory stood out in his mind. It was the bonding between brothers, even though they were mad at each other; it was bonding in a way. He felt the strong desire to steal a time-turner and save Fred. Then this mess wouldn't have happened. But he couldn't do that. He couldn't do much of anything now.
A/N: Poor George, and all the Weasleys. And by the way, more reviews do mean faster updates, I just learned that for myself. This word count is annoying, by the way. It took me this long for only 534 words...? -_-'