Tributes to Fred Weasley

'All that I am

All that I ever was

Is here in your perfect eyes

They're all I can see' - Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

Molly Weasley

There is no worse fear for a mother than losing her child. And that loss can never ever be replaced. Each child she bears came from her and the man she love. Each child is unique and they carry a part of her, a part of her love, a part of her pride.

The Burrow's yard was packed with rows and rows of golden chairs. People in black occupied them. They all came to pay their last tribute to Fred Weasley, the master of jokes and pranks, the source of joy and laughter. Fred, the symbol of bravery, Fred.. her son…

Molly Weasley's hand closed on the podium where she stood, facing the crowd, tears flowing down her cheeks and she didn't bother to wipe them off. All around her, people bowed their heads, looking sad, and crying silently.

It was time.

She tried to compose herself, and gave the speech she dreaded. Her voice came out all muffled and cracked.

'Fred.. was my son.' Her lips trembled. She could see his face right now, clear in her mind, grinning at her, waving his arms. 'My son!! It just… feels good to say it, you know. I feel proud that this young man, Fred Weasley, is my son!' she laughed a little. What was she saying? They all know he is her son! She must be going mentle.

'I remember, how he used to give me headaches and troubles, how he used to charm everything in his path when he was of age. He liked to makes jokes, to make us laugh. I remember when I was feeling bad, he would come and tell me it's alright. He would say something that would make me laugh.. and I know, that everything will really, actually be alright.'

She took out her handkerchief and wiped her eyes. Her whole body was shaking. She stole a glimpse at the bright blue sky. Is he listening to her now? Can he hear her?

'I shouted at him quite a lot, come to think of it. I shouted at him about his mess in the bedroom, how he teased his siblings, how he dropped out of school and opened a joke shop… I used to confused him with George and now.. I think he's not here to get me confused anymore.'

Here she broke down completely, and sobbed into her handkerchief. Her husband, Arthur, quickly came up and held her. He was also crying.

'I just…' she sighed heavily, pressing her fingers to her swollen eyes 'I wish I had told him more often when he was alive. I should have told him, and George too, how much I loved him, and how proud I was of him. And I am. I'm so proud of him.' She tilted her head towards the sky. 'I hope he knows that… where ever he is… '

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