The Aftermath
The sound of the blasting curse woke him up, and the smell of smoke had him out of bed with his wand drawn immediately. Death Eaters. It was easy to slip back into battle mode, and his mind was already going through the possibilities, long-ago training kicking him into survival mode.
Angie had awakened too, eyes flashing to George's in horror, before they were both springing into action. He grabbed his broom from the side of the bed, pausing only long enough to see that she'd grabbed hers too.
He didn't stick around, trusting that she would understand. They'd never needed words to communicate, and this was no different. They had to get to Roxy. The smoke was thick in the air, but a quick bubble head charm took care of the breathing issue. They moved quickly to Roxy's room, shutting the door behind them as they entered. He found his daughter awake but confused and scared. She was coughing from the smoke coming from under the door, and he cast a charm on her as well. He didn't pause to explain. There wasn't time.
The fire was spreading quickly, he could feel the heat coming from behind Roxy's door. He had his broom though, and threw open her bedroom window. He could make out shadowy forms, and there wouldn't be much time. He climbed on the broom and Roxy climbed on after him, arms tight around his waist. And they were out the window, he and Roxy first, Angie shortly after him.
The hexes started immediately, and George leaned forward over his broom. Every instinct told him to stop and fight, but his daughter was with him. He glanced to his side quickly, and saw that Angie was casting hexes at the ground, covering them. He headed for the trees and had almost reached them when he heard her scream.
He glanced back and saw the curse hit her, knocking her from the broom and down, down, down to the ground. Roxy screamed, but George knew. Angie was dead. Roxy was silent then, her arms still locked around his waist. He moved into the trees, touching down and pulling Roxy off the broom and into his arms. She was unconscious, and he checked her over for any sign of hexes, but there was nothing. Shock and smoke inhalation had gotten to her, and he had to get her to safety. It was his only thought.
He'd seen flames coming from the Burrow and the Village, and oh God Angie! No, he had to think clearly now. Roxy needed him. He Apparated, cradling Roxy to his chest, and appearing in front of Shell Cottage. He didn't bother knocking, just shouted his brother's name as he placed Roxy on the couch, checking ehr once more for any sign of damage. She'd be fine, physically.
Fleur came in first, Bill right after, and he explained as quickly as he could what had happened. "Please, take care of her," he asked George, and then turned to Bill. "We need to go back, the Burrow was attacked too." He didn't wait for a response from his brother, and sent a Patronus to Dumbledore and the Order. It was simple and brief.
Ottery and surrounding areas attacked, Angelina dead, other injuries unknown. Apparate ASAP.
Then he looked at Bill, both of them grim as they Apparate to the Burrow, prepared for any eventuality.