1. The End!
Angelina Johnson twisted her hair up and straightened out her black mourning robes, they felt alien against her smooth coffee coloured skin. They had been worn a lot since the end of the war, far too much in fact but today was the funeral she'd been dreading, of a certain red haired friend and lover. She began to pace the length of her flat before grabbing her wand and apparating out of there.
She arrived in the small flat the twins had once shared above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes; it was now only occupied by the remaining twin George Weasley. Upon her entrance she glanced around the unusually tidy sitting room and turned to see a sombre group of similarly black clad figures seated around the small kitchen table. First to look in her direction was her best friend and George's girlfriend Alicia Spinnet, she looked exhausted and her eyes were puffy from crying, though at the moment she looked composed and more serious than Angelina could ever remember seeing her on any previous occasion. Facing her sat their fellow quidditch chaser and friend Katie Bell, her eyes were full of tears and she was clinging to Lee's hand like he might disappear into the ether at any given moment, next to her sat the serious face of Lee Jordan, there was no sign of his usual goofy sense of humour or vest for life in his face. "Where is he?" She questioned the small group tentatively, "He's right here" a familiar and yet strange voice stated coldly from behind her, She paused momentarily before turning around to face him, mentally preparing herself for seeing his face once again. She turned slowly and her heart5 skipped a beat, George didn't look like the George she remembered he looked tired and full of despair, she silently scolded herself for her surprise; of course he looked like that he'd lost his other half, just as she had but she didn't have to see his face every time she looked in a mirror the way he did, and see friends and family flinch at the mere sight of him. She moved swiftly across the room and wrapped her arms around him, relieved that she could still distinguish between him and his brother even through her grief, he wasn't Fred but he was her friend George and he needed her. He stiffened in shock at first but soon gratefully reciprocated the hug.
A short time after the small black clad group had joined a larger group at a small churchyard a short way from the burrow, the service had been simple and heartfelt but much of it was a blur to Angelina, now stood a select group of family and close friends as the coffin was about to be lowered into the ground. She bent down and picked up a stick from the ground by her feet and using her wand silently transfigured the twig into a perfect single white rose, which she hesitantly placed on top of the beautiful oak coffin that stood before them, she heard a strangled sob from behind her which she was certain came from Katie but she did her best to ignore all those around her in an attempt to remain composed. Soon the small group began to disperse from the graveside, Angelina knelt down and whispered quietly, "I'll always love you" before rising and following the procession of solemn figures leaving the graveyard.
Behind them they left one solitary red haired figure sitting by the side of the grave, Alicia stood nervously a the gate of the churchyard with Bill Weasley "Do you think I should go to him?" she asked for what seemed to be the fiftieth time Bill shook his head once more and kept his hand her shoulder to stop her from running off. Angelina joined the pair who were waiting and watching, "What do you think Angie? Should I go over there?" asked a distressed Alicia, "Just leave him be Alicia, he needs time, just be there when he needs you." She replied thoughtfully "Good advice Angie, lets leave him be." Stated the calm voice of Bill Weasley, who placed an arm around each girl and steered them back towards the burrow where everyone was gathered.