George was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The room had an eerie silence to it. The occasional snore produced from his brother was no longer there. Fred was no longer there. Fred was gone. George tried to suppress his tears, but it was impossible. He sat up, and gripped the corners of the bed, feeling the sobs developing. He couldn’t take this anymore. Fred wouldn’t want this. He would want his brother to be happy, to have the shinning smile that used to be etched on his face. George felt the warm tears roll down his face. He rubbed his face and looked at the mirror that was across his bedroom. He saw the very cause of his nightmares. Fred. But of course it wasn’t really Fred. It haunted him. How can you forget something, when you had the memory sketched on your very own face? George couldn’t make this go away. He couldn’t handle it. His brother would always be there, staring back at him. George punched the mirror has hard as he could, making it crack. His knuckled were bleeding, but he didn’t care. He dropped to the floor and started sobbing. “I just miss you Freddie.”
Tonks stood next to Remus, waiting for the barriers to give way. They weren’t going to last long. They knew that. They waited, anxiously, for that moment. A lot of things were going through their heads. What’s going to happen to Teddy? Will Harry win the war? Will we survive? What if I die but Remus survives? What if I survive and Remus dies? Will I be able to handle that? Will Teddy be okay if we die? All theses questions were giving Tonks a headache. She just closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Harry will protect him. Tonks opened her eyes and saw the barriers breaking, cracking. This is war. Tonks looked at Remus, outstretching her arm, inches away from Remus’ hand. “I love you.” Remus smiled faintly, “I love you too.”
ooc; because im bored, and im depressed cause theres no Arthur yet. D:
Molly looked out the window of the dormitory’s room. She loved watching the sunset; she believed it was a reminder that no matter what, everyday brought a new beginning. She brought the sheets closer to her face, inhaling the scent of its owner. Arthur. She smiled to herself. She really did love him. Hell, she even found his love for muggle objects adorable. She laughed, and then quickly covered her mouth, remembering where she was. She was thankful that each bed had curtains. The worst thing would be to have the marauders see her half naked, wrapped in Arthur’s bed sheets. She looked out the window and then decided to go back to bed. She opened the curtains to Arthur’s bed and smiled at the sleeping man in front of her. People said he wasn’t the best looking guy, but to Molly, he really was. To Molly, he was the most beautiful man she had ever met. She sat on the bed and closed the bed curtains. She unwrapped the sheets and used it to cover both Arthur and herself. She wrapped her arm over Arthur’s torso and laid her head on his shoulder. “Morning beautiful.” Molly looked up and saw Arthur looking down at her. She smiled before adding, “How long have you been awake?” He chuckled, “Can I tell you a secret,” Molly nodded her head, “I’ve been watching you since you went to the windowsill….and by the way,” he said as he leaned closer to Molly’s face, “You looked even more beautiful that I thought possible.” Molly blushed as Arthur moved closer, brushing his lips with hers, “I love you Arthur.” Arthur didn’t answer; he just smiled and kissed Molly. Once he leaned away, he placed his forehead next to hers. “I love you too, Molly.” Molly just smiled, wondering what she did to earn such an amazing man as her boyfriend.