Re: The Order Arrives
Fred's gaze followed George's, finally setting upon the body of his father, motionless. He began to shake his head. No, no, their father couldn't be dead, it just wasn't possible. But his eyes were fixated on Arthur's body, and he knew that it was true. His father was gone.
He dropped to his knees, tears coming think and fast. "No." he moaned, bending his head down and cradling it in his hands. He'd been too late. If only he had come earlier, arrived when the fighting had began, he could have saved his father. His eyes looked around. He needed to find Molly. Merlin knew she was probably in a right state at the moment.
He stood up and looked at George, unable to control the flow of tears that seemed to be eternally pouring out. "George." he whispered, his body wracking with sobs. "Tell me what to do. Anything."