Bellatrix raised her wand at Luna and Fred Weasley finally fell, he was no match for the killing curse he had jumped in front of. His body hit the ground with a thud, pulling with it the screams of agony from every Weasley in the tent. George's guttural cries were the loudest in the din. He crawled to where his twin now lay crumpled in a lifeless heap amongst the broken glass and spilled champagne. George flung his body over Freds, white knuckles gripping at his shoulders as he shook them violently. The howling pierced Theo’s ears causing goosebumps to prickle up his arms. Bill Weasley joined George, being the closest Weasley to the fallen twins he apparated the three of them away, to where - Theo didn't know.