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•Part twenty eight

Harry got out of Remus' grip, running after Bellatrix who was still laughing.

"I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!"

Remus was crying as he came running over to you, everybody else supporting each other as you bawled into Fred's chest. You had never felt this type of pain in your life, you had never cried this much before.

"Fred, go see Ron, I think he's hurt." Remus told Fred as he collapsed to the floor next to you. "Go, I have her now."

Fred hesitated but nodded, getting up and running to see if Ron was alright. Remus took you into his arms, the two of you crying together. Anthony soon came running over to you to try and support you as much as he could.

"Oh, Ems." He said and sat on the floor, running one hand on your back and holding your other one. "It'll be okay."

Anthony had been crying, it was so obvious in the sound of his croaky voice. He watched Sirius die in front of his eyes, after knowing him for just over six years and being treated like family by him for all those years.

"This is a joke, right?" You whispered, not having much sound in your voice from all of the crying and screaming for him.

"No it's not, kid." Remus cried into your head, more tears falling out your eyes.

You looked up, your eyes all blurry, to see if he was still there and this was some sort of suck joke. It wasn't a joke. He was gone. He was going to come back though.. right?

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Fred was carrying you in your arms while George opened your bedroom door. You were asleep, tear stains on your face. Remus and everybody else was downstairs, having to break the news to Theo and Jamie that their father was dead. 

Fred laid you down in your bed, covering your body with the blanket your father gave you. He gave you a kiss on the head, walking out but leaving the door open a tiny bit before going back downstairs with George.

They passed Remus on the stairs, his face and eyes were very red so it was obvious he hadn't stopped crying since Sirius died.

Fred's POV

We passed Remus on the way down, he had definitely been crying. Me and George made our way downstairs to find out parents there. We both said hello to them and Merry Christmas. They knew about Sirius already.

"Remus couldn't tell them, he had to call us." My mother said and walked into the living room with me, George and our father.

"I don't know how their going to take it." George sighed.

"What?" Jamie asked, she was sat down on the couch with Theo.

Anthony, Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione were scattered around the room, some of them standing and some sat down.

Me and George looked at each other then nodded, knowing what we were going to do, what we wanted to do. I walked over to Jamie and sat with her, George done the same with Theo.

Anthony excused himself and went upstairs to his room, he was crying too and probably couldn't handle it anymore. I was going to check on him after this.

"Kids, we have to tell you something." My father said and sat down on the coffee table. "As you may know, you know who has struck again."

"We know." Theo said in a quiet voice.

"Where's my dad, is he alright?" Jamie asked, me looking over at her and she looked really worried.

"That's what we need to talk to you about." My mother said, her voice shaky.

"Your father.. he didn't make it." My father said and I saw Ginny's jaw drop. "I'm so sorry."

They didn't react straight away. The words hadn't sunk in yet, until Theo got up and walked straight to the front door, opening it and then slamming it after he had walked out.

"Jamie, we'll give you so alone time." My mother said with a few tears on her face, she knew Sirius a long time. "Come on, kids."

Everybody left the room, not me though.

"Freddie, come on. Let's leave her to grief alone." My mother told me, but I shook my head.

"No, I'm staying here for her." I said and she nodded her head, leaving the room.

That's when Jamie cracked. Tears flew down her face, her hands shaking as she rapidly tried to wipe them away. She bought her knees up to her chest, hurting her head in them.

I tried to hug her, but she just pushed my arms away and wouldn't let me touch them.

"Jamie.." I dragged her name out. "He wasn't hurt when it happened. It was quick, he wasn't in any pain."

"You don't know that." She hyperventilated.

"I do, I do know that." I said back. "I know it hurts right now, but it will get better, I'm sure of it."

"I want Emily." She whispered, her voice very quiet and croaky.

"I'll go get her." I said and got up, going up the stairs.

Emily's POV

You woke up in your bed, seeing the image of your father's body flying up into the arch and his eyes shutting. You couldn't sleep, you didn't want to because you would always see him and only him.

It hurt to sleep.

Fred knocked and came into your room, he noticed you were awake so he walked over to your bed and sat down.

"How you feeling?" He asked you and grabbed your hand.

You didn't say anything, you just shrugged.

"Jamie wants to see you." Fred said. "We had to tell them two."

"Why only Jamie?" You quietly questioned.

"Theo ran out the house when we told him, I think Harry ended up going to try find him." He told you.

"Is Jamie still downstairs?" You asked.

"Yeah, I was trying to comfort her but she I don't think she wants me to, she wants her sister." Fred said.

"I'll go help her then. Thanks, Freddie."

Worst Christmas ever.

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