One and Only 3 ; George Weasley

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May 28th of 2017
Elizabeth's P.O.V

My heart was beating fast. So fast. And I was sweating. There he was. My father who was supposed to be dead, stood outside in the grass, holding my youngest daughter. Not even a month had passed since Vivi for taken from her room and now he was alive and decided to come back to take my nine year old daughter.

I was watching it all from the window. George was there. He was slowly approached them, trying to get my father to let go of Veronica.

My husbands eyes were wide but so were mine. We were both so terrified of what was going to happen and right now we were the only ones home.

Molly and Arthur went to Diagon Alley to send a letter to Percy at the school. We had stopped sending post from the Burrow in case we were being watched.

Evelyn had gone back to her boyfriend Woody and Bill and Charlie promised to pay Hogwarts a visit to finally tell my other kids what happened with Vivi. I didn't want them to know but it had been weeks so I knew they had to know, seeing as she's their sister.

She was going to come back. We were going to get her back and he was not going to take Ronnie too.

Suddenly a green light appeared, blinding me and caused me to look away but my eyes widened when I realized what the green light was.

In an instant, I had sprinted out of the room and down the stairs, past Fred who woke up due to the sound.

"Lizzie, what the hell—" he sat up on the sofa but I sprinted right past him and ripped the door open to outside.

When I saw who laid in the grass, I screamed at the top of my lungs but the scream was replaced with cries and gasping for air as I fell to my knees.

"Liz?" Fred asked. He got up and walked over to me but as soon as he laid eyes on George in the grass, he stumbled forwards and leaned on the door.

"No." Fred shook his head, his hand resting on my shoulder for a moment before he pulled himself forward to get to his brother.

I closed my eyes, my fingers digging into the dirt on the other side of the front door. I couldn't breathe. All the air was being sucked out of my lungs and all I could do was rock back and forth, gripping the air as if I was gripping onto George's soul and pulling it back to him.

Another scream of pain came from me and I looked over to see Fred hugging George's lifeless body. My father was gone and so was my daughter. My husband was...

The love of my life was...

My soulmate was...

The one and only person I had ever loved was... dead. The one and only person I wanted to spend my life with. The one and only person I wanted with me when raising our children.

I sat up and leaned back against the doorframe, bring a hand up to my mouth as I watched the two bodies in the grass. Fred sitting there, holding his younger twin while crying over his body.

My one and only.

"Fred." I cried, shaking my head frantically. "Please tell me he's not gone."

He didn't respond. He hugged George tighter, resting his own head against his. I gasped for air again, my cries getting louder as I sat in the doorway to the house.

"Stop." I ran my hands into my hair. I tilted my head back and looked up at the sky. "Give him back."

I smashed my hands down, one hitting the floor of the house and the other hitting the ground.

"You haven't earned him yet." I sobbed. "He needs to be here. With his family. Please."

I didn't know why I was trying to talk to god. I didn't know why I was talking into thin air.

"No." I whispered to myself. I shook my head. "No. Stop. Make it fucking stop."

"Lizzie." Fred cried out. He wasn't looking at me but he held out his hand. He wanted me to come over. "I need you to hold him. I need you to stay with him."

Slowly, I pulled myself up from the ground and stumbled towards them where I dropped to my knees again. I wrapped my arms around George and took over as Fred stood up.

"Don't leave." I cried as I looked up at him. "You can't leave."

"I-I know where he's taken Vivi and— and Ronnie." He gulped. "I know where they are. Please just stay with Georgie. Keep him save. His— his body. Please."

"Don't leave." I cried in a whisper but he disappeared into thin air and as I laid my head on his, I let out a cry. "You can't leave too."

I had a arm around his shoulders as his back laid against my front and then I had a hand on his chest, clutching onto his shirt.

"Don't leave me." I cried as I pressed a kiss to his temple. "Please stay. I need you. The children need you. Please baby. Do you remember when I called you that? Y-you blushed and got all shy."

I chuckled through my tears, trying to put the pain away. I didn't know if his soul could hear me. I didn't know if his soul had left his body but if it was still here and he could hear me, I wanted him to leave in peace.

"You told me to shut up as you playfully shoved me." I cried. "We were twenty-five years old. We had four children at that age and I was pregnant again. That was good times. Fuck."

I closed my eyes, crying into his hair that smelled so wonderfully of lavender.

"I'm so sorry." I continued to cry. "This is all my fault. Don't go. Please don't go. Stay. We're not done. I'm not finished with you. I love you, my love. I can't do this. I don't know what to tell the children. I don't know how to survive without you. Baby, please. You can't leave me. Don't fucking leave me."