"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."― Nicole Krauss, "The History of Love"
| George Weasley |
| Prisoner of Azkaban -Deathly Hallows part 2 |
| Sequel to 'S...
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PERCY WEASLEY WAS DEAD.
HE laid in the Great Hall with the rest of the deceased and injured wizards and witches. Hazel felt her heart breaking as she watched her husband crumbling besides his dead brother, tears flowing freely down his dirt-covered cheeks.
Hazel stood further away, watching as the Weasley family gathered around the body. Her dark eyes scanned the Great Hall sadly. She saw Madam Pomfrey running around, checking over people's injuries whilst Filch brought in more of the deceased. Her eyes suddenly spotted a familiar woman with purple hair and suddenly she felt like she was going to faint.
A few feet away were two bodies, their eyes closed and their arms spread out, almost as if they were holding each others hands before it happened. The brunette felt as if someone had just reached into her chest and pulled her heart right out. She stumbled away from the Weasley family and fell right onto her knees next to the two bodies, "No, no, no," She cried, shaking her head.
People walked past, looking at the brunette with a look of sympathy but she didn't notice, she kept her eyes on the two bodies, "No, dad, wake up. Wake up, Tonks!"
Her raw voice pierced through the Great Hall, a few onlookers glanced her way before looking back down at their feet with sadness. George Weasley heard his wife's pained cries, looking up he felt his stomach dropping. He shared a shocked look with his mum before he jumped up to his feet, letting his legs carry him over to the brunette.
"Hazel," He breathed out as he dropped down onto his knees right besides her.
Hazel didn't reply, instead she threw her arms around George's neck, her body shaking violently as tears streamed down her cheeks like waterfalls, "T-T-They're not--They're not waking up, Georgie," She stuttered, she sounded so broken that George felt his heart breaking even more.
He didn't know what to say. He knew that nothing he could say would bring her any comfort, so instead of talking he simply wrapped his arms around her tighter as they both cried into each other's shoulders.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she suddenly felt a touch on her shoulder. Her entire body ached, her head was pounding and she let out a pained hiss when her shoulder left George's shoulder, his tear-soaked shoulder. Her blood shot eyes tiredly looked up, she noticed Madam Pomfrey standing there, a sad look on her face as she pointed to the large cuts that coated Hazel's body, "I need to check you over," Madam Pomfrey's voice was soft as she slowly knelt down.
Hazel shook her head violently, "I'm fine, I'm fine," She told the woman, before her shaky hand pointed over to where her family laid, "Please check them over, please."
Madam Pomfrey's eyes suddenly glazed over, she glanced at the two bodies before looking back at the couple, a sad exhale leaving her lips, "Hazel, I need to check you over," She said softly.
Hazel shook her head again, "No, no, you don't! You need to check them--them over. Please," The brunette suddenly fell back into George's arms, she thought she ran out of tears but it seemed like they were still there, running down her cheeks and then dripping down onto her shaky hands.
"Hazel..." George whispered, stroking her knuckles softly.
