tw. panic attacks. please take care of yourself! love you all! xoxo.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

That's what Dove felt.

As she stood in the center of the room, staring at the two open coffins side by side, Dove felt nothing. It wasn't like she didn't care, or that it didn't affect her. It's rather that, she felt like she wasn't even there. She knows she was there, but nothing felt real.

There were many wizards and witches Dove did not recognize but they seemed to know her sister from work. They spoke Tori's courage, and the fiery attuidute she kept despite the risks at her own job. Students who had shared classes with her spoke of her intelligence and wittiness in class. Her ability to make anyone laugh.

The worst part for Dove was the people she knew.

Hermione Granger had her arm locked with Ron Weasley. Both of them were crying, Ron facing the worse of it. His entire body shook as he tried to hold back any extra tears. Harry Potter stood with them, trying to comfort the distraught Ginny Weasley, who sobbed into his shoulder. Harry, however, seemed on the verge of tears himself.

Professor McGonagall stood with a gentle hand on Mrs. Weasley, both of them with tears running down their faces. Mr. Weasley appeared next to both of them, pale as ever as he exchanged whispers with three Weasleys. Dove didn't recognize two of the ginger men, however, Percy Weasley stood with his brothers, his eyes empty.

Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet had both done seperate readings for Fred and Tori. Both had many kind words to say about the couple. Lee Jordan broke down during his turn and had to be helped away from the podium.

The worse of it, was the sorry looks upon people's faces. The condolences they gave Dove.

"Tori was incredible... I'm so sorry."

"If theres anything you need, please reach out."

"They were honestly the reason any of us enjoyed Potions."

"How are you feeling?"

"Did you know Tori once-"

"They were so-"

"I can't believe-"

Dove couldn't take it. Her world was spinning.

"Pardon me..." She whispered to the witch from the minsitry that she was speaking to. She burst out the doors of the room, immediately stopping at a table located in front of a mirror. Her breathing was inconsistent and heavy. Her entire body shook as her head pounded and she shut her eyes tightly, praying it would go away. Hot tears stung her eyes and she began to feel her throat close up.

She was struggling to breathe and began gasping, trying to inhale any air. She felt dizzy and ready to topple over at any moment in time. She suddenly became aware of every muscle in her body has they began to tingle. Dove chest ached as she clutched each side of the table.

"Dove? Are you alright?"

Harry Potter's voice caused Dove to turn. She nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm fine," She replied shortly, turning back around and staring down at the table, still struggling to breathe. Anyone could tell however, Dove was not fine. Her voice had crackled severaly and she was still gasping for any breathe she could manage. Her hand went to her throat and Harry grabbed her shoulder.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"I... I... I can't breathe."

"Dove, hey, hey, you're having a panic attack." Harry began, "Here, sit down. It will pass." He guided Dove to the floor, letting her sit against the leg of the table. He crouched down next to her, guiding her with his words.

"Breathe... breathe in." He said. Dove nodded weakly, shutting her eyes. She followed his steps, breathing in and out on command.

"Breathe out, good, you're doing good."

They did this for about five minutes until Dove was able to regain a consant breathing pattern. She was able to open her eyes once again. There was a silence between her and Harry for a few moments before Dove spoke up. "How... how did you do that?"

"I started seeing someone to talk too about stuff like that." Harry said softly. "Her name is Olive Rooks, I started talking to her about 2 weeks ago. I'm trying to get Ron to come along next week. She's been able to teach me a ton of things to help calm down in case... things get intense."

"You know, maybe you should come along too. She could help you-" Harry suggested.

"No." Dove cut him off, shaking her head. "I don't need any help."

"Dove..."

"No," She suddenly stood up, nearly toppling over. "I'm fine. Please, I need to go..."

Dove staggared to the door, rentering the room. She immediately crashed into the back of someone standing there. "Sorry, sorry..." Dove apologized, pushing her hair out of her face. She glanced up and immediately stopped speaking.

George Weasley stared down at her. His eyes were extremely blood-shot yet no tears fell from them. His ginger hair was rather shaggy and Dove couldn't help but notice how disholved he looked. Of course, there was no judgement there.

Dove didn't know George Weasley personally. He was Tori's best friend and Fred's twin. That was the extent of her knowledge. However, she couldn't even imagine the pain he was going through. "It's alright." He said quietly. "We were looking for you."

"Looking for me? Why?"

"We're going to the graveyard."

✧    ✦    ✧

HERE LIES VICTORIA "TORI" SILVERS-WEASLEY
06/23/1978 - 05/02/1998
Daughter, Grandaughter, Friend, Fiancée
Most importantly, herself.

HERE LIES FRED WEASLEY
04/01/1978 - 05/02/1998
Son, Brother, Twin, Friend, Fiancé
Missing your laughs everyday

Dove reread the gravestones about a hundred times before her Nana pulled her away from it. "Hold your mother's hand, dear." Nana told her, "I need to have a word with the Minister, I don't want her by herself." Dove nodded. She made her way over to a wheelchair, in which sat her mother.

Mental shock.

That's what the doctors at St. Mungo's said it was. Eleanor Silvers had experienced so much tramuatic shock the past few weeks, her brain nearly shut down. Dove's mother could barley eat, walk, or communicate. She simply just stared into nothingness before her. Dove grabbed her mother's hand, giving it a squeeze. Her mother did not squeeze back.

The crowd around the gravestones had started to clear up as many people turned to comfort one another. However, one figure stood out to Dove.

Dove stared ahead at the back of Draco Malloy as he stood with his head down over the two graves. She could hear him speaking quietly but was unable to hear the words he was saying. He appeared to wipe his face, saying one last thing before turning way. His eyes met Dove's and the two stared at each other for many moments.

Draco broke her gaze and disapparted away.

Dove let out a deep breath she didn't know she was holding. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see her Nana there. "We've got to get going." She said quietly. "The Daily Prophet on their way. They want our opinions on your father's trial."

Dove nodded, too emotionally drained to let out her angry reaction. She grabbed her Nana's hand and her mother's wheelchair handle and began to walk away from the entire situation. She could feel the eyes on her. Almost out of habit, she stood up a bit straighter and raised her head. She marched forward, and didn't look back.

✧    ✦    ✧

George stood alone. He was the last one at the graves. His family stood by the graveyard's enterance, speaking with Kingsley Shackbolt. He has asked for a moment alone with Fred and Tori. He needed that.

George had never been alone before. Not like this. Fred and Tori were always there with him. No matter what. And now they were both gone.

George felt nothing. Saying he felt numb wasn't even the correct word for him. He knew he was crying, but only because his mother was the one wiping his tears.

His two  brother and his best friend. The two people he had grown up with his entire life.

Fred had been there always. Of course he had. They were twins after all. They had their special twin connections that no one else could get through. They always knew what the other was thinking. The bond between them was so special, many struggled to be able to tell them apart, and not just because they were identical. But because they were Fred and George. But now, there was no and. There was George. Just George.

Tori was George's best friend. The person he could trust, the shoulder he could lean on when he needed it. The person who George knew when he was eleven years old would be an important part in his life. He could recall the exact day the twins had met her. How she bumped into Fred and quickly apologized, and how Fred's awe-struck face watched her follow her brother away shortly after. How George smirked, continuing to tease his brother about his crush on the Silvers girl. That would last for the next eight years.

George shook his head. The memories hurt too much. He couldn't think of them. At least not now.

George has been to a handful of funerals in his lifetime. The most memorable one was Dumbledore's. He remembered how Tori grabbed his and Fred's hand before turning to leave. That still, in a moment of pain and despair, he had Fred and Tori with him. Always with him.

And George Weasley, with no hands to hold this time, turned away from the two graves.

should i just post a chapter once a year in june lmao