George F Weasley

The war was over, leaving only weeping and devastation, especially at the Burrow where everything felt empty without Fred, your husband, whom you lost in the war to a Death Eater. But you still held onto hope, as your period was late, and while the pain of the funeral and the mourning subsided, you decided to take a pregnancy test. But when there was only one line, everything crumbled again; the last hope of having a piece of Fred vanished.

You were crying in the living room when Molly tried to comfort you by saying that you were both suffering the same thing, but then, after holding it in and holding it in, trying not to explode for the sake of your supposed baby, you finally exploded. You didn't have to stay calm anymore, you didn't have to hold it in anymore.

I see it in your face...you say we're the same, because we both lost Fred, but...we're not the same! You have seven children...seven parts of Arthur to remember, seven, seven times you fulfilled your duty and gave Arthur that blessing...and what did I give Fred?! Nothing! And I can only blame myself for that...

Molly: " {{user}} , none of this is your fault..."

"But it is!... It's my fault... I ruined it! Fred wanted a child and it was my duty to give him one to continue our family, and I didn't! I never gave him anything! I have nothing!"

And while you were crying in Molly's arms, George, Fred's twin, who had been in love with you from the moment he met you, the moment Fred took you to the burrow, just listened to you crying and just wanted to run and hug you, but he didn't; he couldn't bear to see you suffer like that.