Ok found it! : D
George Weasley covered his face with his bloody hands. He couldn’t accept it. It couldn’t happen, it didn’t happen. He would not let go of his twin brothers white coffin even after the efforts of Hagrid. “Sweetheart, you need to let go...” Molly Weasley whispered to George, she seemed to have struggled not to burst into tears. The whole Weasley family including Harry, Hermione, and Hagrid, stood under the canvas tent that was conjured for the many coffins. Many other families stood mourning over their relative’s death. George heard his father suggesting where to burry poor Fred. George’s eyes teared up, he couldn’t help it anymore, and he started sobbing. Large tear drops splashed on the white surface of the coffin as Ginny sat next to him. “George, I know this is sad but, we need to leave,” she took a deep breathe, “He wouldn’t want to be left here under a bloody tent for weeks!” George pondered this thought; he did say he wanted to be buried under the apple tree in the yard. George pictured his twin saying this after his holey incident and in what seemed like years, George laughed. George lifted himself off of the coffin and wiped his hands on his robes. “…your right.” As George said this Molly ran up to him and hugged him so tight he thought he might break in half. Everyone let out a huge sigh of relief; they thought George would never get out of this depressing slump.
Everyone stood up slowly feeling if they made a sudden movement it would make the mood in the tent even more depressing. Mr. Weasley and Hagrid exchanged questioning looks until Mr.Weasley nodded apparently understanding and flick his wand at Fred’s coffin. The coffin rose a few feet in the air and followed the mourning party outside in to the cool morning.
Mrs.Weasley was still clutching George’s side as everyone lined up to exited the gates of the school. Some people were covered in cuts and bruises, some were crying into damp handkerchiefs, and some were also directing their loved ones coffins. Finally everyone reached the opposite side of the gates and they all joined hands. *POP*
George Weasley’s feet hit the ground with a thud. He glanced around and he was exceedingly glad to see the site of his home.
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