Re: The Order Arrives
He wouldn't have left. Hadn't left. Hadn't left Fred. She couldn't leave Arthur... But he was there...
Her George...
Her hands shook as she reached for him, one hand still fisted in Arthur's shirt even as she leaned into her son. "My boy," she managed, then spotted her wand on the ground and scrabbled for it in the dirt. Was it hers? Or his? She didn't care, sitting up with it in her hand and looking at George.
"I'll kill her again," she swore, looking at her son. "My husband. My brother. I'll kill the bitch again."