Fred was off his broom before his brother's body had hit the ground. The stadium had fallen silent as one by one, the word passed and all eyes turned to the field instead of the air, as the game stopped and the players descended. Those who were unsure of what might have happened were informed by the anguished howl that split the air. The rest of the two rival teams were joined in helplessness as they watched. Fred curled himself around George's body, begging him to wake up, cajoling and threatening in half-silent twin-speak, the mischievous tone demented by pain. Lee reached him just before Fred picked up the bat; catching him and pulling him close, away. Treacherous hands clawed at wrists, and Lee stilled them, tucked Fred's hands into his own and murmured life to him. *** That the twins shared a lover came as no real shock, not after losing a child. Molly could do nothing but take the child into her arms, accept the dark boy into the family, united by their grief. Lee sat now beside her, curled up and hiding in his dreadlocks as her husband paced wearily. The entire family had gathered, her three eldest having flown in as soon as they could. Ginny was seated in Bill's lap, holding Percy's hand, and Charlie sat on the other side of them, Ron tucked between them. She wiped her eyes and tried to be strong for the group, but Dumbledore entered just then from a small side room, and with him came a sobbing plea for death. Tears began again with the lost voice, and Arthur joined her on the couch. Dumbledore cleared his throat and all eyes turned to him. With a gentle hand, he led Lee back to his seat, patted his shoulder. "Calmly, Lee. He is safe enough." Lee shook his head. "Headmaster-" "He will be fine. The only thing in that room is the Mirror of Erised and I assure you, that is unbreakable." With one last pat, he turned back to the group, but was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. The sight that greeted them was one that had Molly turning away with a sob, had Percy covering Ginny's eyes. Fred lay in a pool of crimson and quicksilver, a sliver in his neck. The mirror had been broken.