Okay, so here's the not so happy post, but remember that I did NOT come up with this. Which brings me to the fact that if you recognize any quotes and what not, they're JK Rowling's

It was the night that Harry was to be picked up by the Order members. Emily sat in the house with Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. Remus and George talked her into not going, and she regretted it as soon as they took off. She was extremely worried when Ron, Tonks, Mr. Weasley, and Fred missed their Portkeys. She had a gut feeling that something was terribly wrong. The three women stared out the back door, waiting for their family and friends to come home as Harry and Hagrid fell onto the grassy earth from nowhere. They all started running towards them, screaming.

“Harry? You are the real Harry? What happened? Where are the others?” Mrs. Weasley said frantically.

Emily watched the sky as Harry explained about the Death Eaters waiting for them. Emily’s stomach dropped into her toes. Ginny started explaining the order in which they were supposed to be back. George and Remus were next. She only had about a minute to worry. If they didn’t come back, then she would try to find them. She wasn’t going to wait around all night when they could be in some fight, needing her help.

“Mum!” Ginny shouted suddenly. As a blue light appeared in the darkness, where she was pointing, Remus and George appeared. Remus was supporting George, who was unconscious. Emily and the others hurried over to them.

“George!” Emily cried as Harry grabbed his feet and helped Remus take him to the couch. Emily sat on the edge of the couch, clutching her husband’s hand tightly as she cried. Remus seized Harry and took him back in the kitchen, but Emily didn’t care. She was too worried about her husband, whose side of the head and neck was drenched in blood. She looked at the hole in the side of his head—it seemed his ear had been cursed off. Mrs. Weasley cleaned George up and his ear was tended to. Ginny caught Emily’s eye as the two of them had a silent conversation about the others that hadn’t come back yet.

“How is he?” Harry asked as he rejoined them.

“I can’t make it grow back, not when it’s been removed by Dark Magic. But it could have been so much worse…He’s alive,” Mrs. Weasley said. Emily choked back a sob at these words—what if he hadn’t come back? Emily pushed the thoughts aside as she brushed some of George’s hair out of his eyes.

“Yeah, thank God,” Harry said.

“Did I hear someone else in the yard?” Ginny asked as she looked over at Harry.

“Hermione and Kingsley,” Harry answered.

“Thank goodness,” Emily heard Ginny whisper.

Emily heard a crash from the kitchen, and her head snapped around.

“I’ll prove who I am, Kingsley,” Mr. Weasley was saying, “after I’ve seen my son, now back off if you know what’s good for you!” Mr. Weasley burst into the living room, Fred right behind him. They were both pale, but unharmed.

“Arthur! Oh thank goodness!” Mrs. Weasley cried. Mr. Weasley kneeled beside George’s head. Fred gaped over the back of the sofa and George stirred.

Emily’s hand tightened around his. “How do you feel, Georgie?” whispered Mrs. Weasley.

“Saintlike,” he murmured as he groped the side of his head.

“What’s wrong with him? Is his mind affected?” Fred croaked, looking terrified.

“Saintlike,” George repeated as he opened his eyes, looking at his brother. “You see…I’m holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?” Mrs. Weasley sobbed as Fred’s color came back to him.

“Pathetic,” Fred said. “Pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?” Emily giggled in spite of herself.

“Ah well,” George said as he grinned. “You’ll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum,” he said as he looked at the tear stained face of his mother. George wouldn’t look at Emily and it worried her. He tightened his hold on her hands as he addressed Harry.

“Hi, Harry—you are Harry, right?”

“Yeah, I am,” Harry said as he moved closer to the couch.

“Well, at least we got you back okay. Why aren’t Ron and Bill huddled round my sickbed?” George asked.

“They’re not back yet, George,” Mrs. Weasley said quietly. George’s grin dropped from his face.

Harry and Ginny left the group as George stared round at everybody. When he made it to Emily, he looked at their hands instead of her face. George moved his other hand to their intertwined hands and lightly played with her wedding band. Emily’s tears leaked out of her eyes as everyone around them turned their backs slightly to give them a bit of privacy.

Emily untangled one of her hands from his and put her forefinger under his chin, bringing his face up to look at hers. Their eyes met and they stared at each other wordlessly. George’s fingertips grazed over her cheeks, wiping her tears away. He cupped the side of her face and she choked back a sob.

“You scared me,” she whispered.

“All I could think about was you—coming home to you, seeing your face, kissing you,” George whispered back.

“Georgie,” she whispered before she leant forwards and kissed him full on the mouth. His arms tightened around her waist as her hands knotted in his hair. They broke apart and stared deeply in each other’s eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” he whispered.

“Never scare me like that again,” she whispered as she kissed his neck. He chuckled lightly before bringing her face back to his.

“I love you,” George whispered.

Emily leaned forward, her nose nuzzling his. “I love you more than you could imagine.” She kissed him lightly on the lips as he smiled against her mouth.

“Do you need anything?” she asked as she pulled away.

“Just you,” he replied with a small smile.

“Cute, but I’m being serious. Thirsty?” she asked.

“I could go for some water, please,” he said. Emily nodded, kissed him on the cheek, and left for the kitchen.

Remus met her in the kitchen. They, too, stared wordlessly at each other before he rushed forward and pulled her into a hug.

“Never scare me like that again,” she whispered into his chest. He nodded against her hair and he pulled back to look at her. “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’s fine,” Emily whispered. Remus nodded slightly before kissing her cheek and making his way back outside. Emily grabbed the water bottle from the fridge and made her way back to George.

“You were gone too long,” George complained as he held out his arms for her to snuggle up in. She smiled swiftly at him as his arms tightened around her waist.

“Sorry,” she said as she kissed his cheek.

“It’s them!” they heard Hermione scream from outside. They were all silent as they listened to hear who was back.

“Remus!” Tonks cried. Emily breathed a sigh of relief as she heard their voices from outside.

Ginny flung through the doors and into the living room. “Ron and Tonks are back! They’re okay!” she said as she stared at her parents. Mrs. Weasley shrieked before she and her husband ran outside with Ginny right behind them.

“I’m glad they’re okay,” Emily whispered.

“Me too,” George agreed.

“I just wish Bill, Fleur, Mad-Eye, and Dung would hurry up,” Fred said as he sat on the arm of the sofa. Emily and George nodded their agreement.

Emily, George, and Fred were all laughing at something Fred had said as the others walked into the room.

“What’s wrong?” Fred asked as they all entered. They stopped laughing. “What’s happened? Who’s—?”

“Mad-Eye,” Mr. Weasley replied. “Dead.” Their grins turned to grimaces of shock. Emily’s tears came as Bill pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey and some glasses from a sideboard.

“Here,” he said. He sent thirteen full glasses flying around the room to each of them with a wave of his wand. “Mad-Eye.”

“Mad-Eye,” they repeated as they took a swig of the drink.

**What do you think?**