George Weasley Death Novels & Stories

Only a fool like her would take things seriously. Zoey cooked the noodles and brought a bowl to the dining table. Laurence took in the tempting aroma and understood why she always craved junk food. Zoey suddenly remembered something as she ate. "How is George?" Laurence paused for a moment and said icily, "He’s dead." Zoey felt her heart go cold. She hadn't expected him to die. She never doubted Laurence's words, as he never had a reason to lie to her. "What about his son?"

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

“ I don’t know “ she says. “ What do you mean you don’t know” he asks. “ I don't think anybody who drinks that chemical can survive it” she says. Patrick gasp “ Oh! Oh my God! Roland was my only hope that I got married to you, I have achieved anything from you except that boy who is a gift between us and now he is gone” Patrick says. “ The doctor didn't confirm him dead, doctor only said he is unconscious and stop saying nonsense” she shouts at him.

"What happened to Brett?" "He died so George took over," I mouthed an ‘O’. I was never close to him but to George and his high school sweetheart. I wonder if they are still together. As he said, we changed cars along the way and we were taken to George's family hospital. It was a bit different from what it used to look like, which meant George renovated it. It was great to see him again. George was in shock throughout the visit until we were leaving. According to him, he thought Rominic was hallucinating again. I didn't bother to ask why he would think Rominic would hallucinate like a mad person.

Sometimes, even George wondered why it was not him who died. When Julius’s wife and daughter came on stage, he could no longer hold back and turned around to cry. Julius was dead because of him. What would become of his wife and daughter? The girl was still so young and did not even understand the concept of death. The crowd below only stopped cursing George when they saw Julius’s wife and child. Some people even started to cry softly. “Poor girl.” “A good family was destroyed just like that.” “George, Stephen, and Nico all deserve to die.”

"Sir, your child has brain cancer. It's terminal and incurable. You would do better to spend that money on good food for him." The words struck like lightning from a clear sky. George collapsed to the floor with a thud. He wanted to cry, but no tears came. "So that's it," he said hoarsely. "So that's it…" He sat there, laughing bitterly for a long time before Helena finally helped him up. At that same moment, Bella stood outside the hospital buying drinks for her sisters. When George passed by, something about him seemed familiar. "That man looks familiar. Why would they be at the hospital?" She followed the old couple at a distance.

There was so much he wanted to say, but all he could manage was a strained, broken whisper. "I'm…sorry…" As the words left his lips, his hand dropped limply to the side, and he closed his eyes. Wendy clutched him. "Don't give up! I can save you! Just hold on a little longer…" Lilian crouched beside them and placed her fingers beneath Harry's nose. There was no breath. Harry was gone. He had died, and it was by her hand. Wendy looked up at Lilian, her voice trembling with shock and disbelief. "Why would you do this? You tried to kill me? I'm your daughter—your own flesh and blood!"

"You mean— you mean they are not dead?" Mom nodded. My lips parted more as I massaged my tight chest. "Are you serious?" Mom smiled. "It's just a potion." I covered my mouth as my hand trembled. "But— but Fenris was stabbed by Gonzalo. It wasn't the fireball that killed him, oh my God…" I ran towards Fenris and I fell to the ground as my knees couldn't take it anymore. I was trembling so bad, now that I was looking at all of his blood again.

Trist's drone intensified. Meanwhile, with a sigh, George turned to face Clement and Trist but it just remained there. "Will you sacrifice just because of what you hear?" George is seriously referring to Chris, Samuel and Simon who are now dead. "There was no plan for one of us to die. But what happened? Someone disappeared and the two brothers followed. Then..." George stopped speaking when he felt the corners of his eyes water. "You know it's like I don't want to continue the game. But every time I think about that thing. It's like I'm cheating on you! Of course, that's in the rules. But you're my best friend. Trist, you're the one we're hoping for." George's end line.

I had killed him myself. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone, the one Lucas had returned to me only the day before. I dialed Savaş's number, my breath hitching as he answered on the first ring. "Rima, is everything okay? How is Jacob doing?" His voice was steady, a comforting anchor in the midst of my spiraling thoughts. I ignored his questions, my own fears pressing for answers "George...he's dead, right? You took care of his body?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.