Must i really say it? feels evil glares, alright fine i don't own Harry potter..obviously...anyway this is a one shot, it takes place at Fred's funeral and it is form Ron's P.O.V...it's sort of a coming of age thing for Ron you could say...enjoy! this is my first Harry Potter Fic! :)
A True Griffindor
That moment, that image.... still torments me each time I blink...
Behind my eyelids, I No longer see the blood flow but I see the ghost of my brother's last laugh across his dead face.
Not that I would try to remember him like that, I just thought it was kind of ironic that the thing Fred would ever do was make a joke. You know I never got to find out the punchline....
It's sort of a outer body experience when you are at funeral. Especially at your own brother's, but it's strange i'm not filled with the anger that over whelmed me when I saw the blast that knocked the life out of him.
No...
I'm filled with unmistakable grief, But I just sit here: Still, and frozen. Or rather I watched myself still and frozen. I just sat there with a blank look on my face, staring at my hands as though they were the most interesting thing in the world. The sun beats hard down on my neck, as so it does on everyone else. Hermione is sitting next to me, she grabs my hand, holding it gently, she's sweet. Harry has that continuances frown between his eyebrows, and Ginny is doing what she always dose, Bottling up her emotions.
I lift up my head, to see my mum's bushy flaming red hair, scrunched up into a messy bun, I can't see her face but I know it wet with tears. She cries a lot these days. Dad says its good to cry, seen him leak a few when he's working on Sirius's old motorbike, his heart doesn't seem to be into it now days. He sits next to mum with a arm around her shoulders, another stroking her hair.
The bright flame burst up, and everyone turns their attention to the casket in front of the aisle. Of course the flames don't burn the casket. Music starts to play, as the coffin went deep into the earth.
Two days after Fred died I wanted to find a loop hole, anything to see my brother again. But Harry stopped me, he said that he went through the same thing when Sirius died. He said he tried to find away around it. He went onto tell what nearly headless nick had said to him, That only wizards who feared death would leave a imprint of themselves behind. So that meant...Fred was brave.
A true Griffindor....
Everyone got up, some slowly, but others wanting to leave as fast as possible. But we stayed behind. I heard aunty Muriel complaining about her ankles. Old bat. I looked over at George who was in the front row with Mum and Dad. Now he had more than one gaping hole in him. He told me that it felt like that something had been ripped out of him like a part of him died along with Fred.
Of course the bastards who did this have gotten what they deserve, He-who-mu-I smiled, just a small smile. Why be scared of him? He was weak, and now he was defeated. Tom riddle that is. Nothing to fear in the name itself.
I'd seen Harry having to go through so many stages of grief. He had lost so many important people in his life. But he always got through in the end.
You never forget the loved ones you lost. But. I squeezed Hermione's hand. You also don't forget the loved ones you have now.
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