To Fred
I stood in a graveyard, watching as they lowered my brother into a ditch in the ground. Fred would have never wanted it to end this way, being underground, not free. My mind spun with all I wished I could tell my twin, my eyes were never dry, yet I felt as though there was no longer any water left in my body. The cold rain that washed over me was insulting, Fred loved the bright, he would have hated all these people standing around mourning him. But how can we not? Fred was my other half, my rock, my brother, my twin, my partner in crime, my fellow prankster, my best friend. How could we pretend not to care as his body lowered into the ground. His body along with others getting gently placed into the ground. But my brain was too numb to even consider thinking about anything else.
Angelina stood next to me, her dark hair obscuring her beautiful face as full on sobs echoed around in her body. I felt as though I should comfort my twin's love, his light in the dark. But how? She didn't love me, she never would, I'm not Fred. I refuse to ever take his place in something, Fred's presence should still be there, I should feel his presence in my mind. It all was quiet only the quiet sobs of woman and child were in the air. Along with some old dudes crooning about how what we lost always has a way of coming back to us. But how? How, could Fred come back? He was gone, under wood, under the cold skin of his own body. I could hear Fred's voice though whispering to me, but not in the way I remember. Not as though he was standing next to me. More like a mere shadow of him, a memory. Memories that would torment me until I died. His voice whispered, "You said, you said you would take care of her…" When had he said that, why was his voice so infuriatingly far away.
I stepped closer to Angelina and put one arm around her. She blinked at me, not quite seeing. Then she buried her face in my chest. I realized we weren't the only one's comforting in this disgusting depressing place. Hermione Granger had both her arms around my brother waist. His arms around her, one on her back, the other stroking her hair. Harry stood next to them, a little apart, Ginny's hand in his, and a small baby in his other arm.
The poor kid would never remember his father or mother, Harry would be all he had left. Harry seemed lost torn between mourning the lost of Fred, or of who had been his father substitute since Sirius had died. I did not really pity Harry or even the little boy. They don't have torturing memories in their head, popping into their mind every minute. They never knew their family. But then I realized how much worse it was for Harry, he was losing every family he had known. Then he looked up and I realized how similar we must have looked. His eyes were wet, like mine, with nothing in them but pure sadness. No, I thought, there was something else. Just the glimmer of relief, it was over. As he stood to speak I realized that that relief should be in my eyes too. Harry's voice was tight, as he recounted all the times he had had with Fred, Remus, Tonks, and all the others. But then he looked straight at me.
"We might have lost a lot, but we should remember that we still have each other, that Fred, Remus, Tonks, Collin, Lavender, they all gave their lives so that their descendants, friends, family, could live in a better world. The dead don't truly leave us, but live on in us." At that moment I realized that I'd be ok, it might take months, years, but there would be a time I could look back at this time and see the good.
Fred Weasley
Loving Son and Brother
April 1st, 1978-May 2nd, 1998