Disclaimer- This story is currently rated "T" but will move to "M" as the story continues. Death and panic attacks mentioned. The characters all belong to Rowling. She is Queen.

Chapter 1:

Hogwarts was bleak after the war. The rubble piled high in places. The fear that once the rubble went away another body would be discovered. The bridge was destroyed and hanging in shambles. Windows broke out, stairways collapsed, and archways depleted. Walking through the castle was like walking through a cemetery itself. Even though the Light had won, the Dark reminded them that it was not without a price. The task of repairing Hogwarts seemed daunting but it had to be done. But not yet. First, the funerals had to be completed.

The Order, with the help of Headmistresses Minerva McGonagall, sectioned off a plot of land of Hogwarts for a cemetery near Dumbledore's resting place by the Lake. It only seemed fitting that those who sacrificed for the Light would find their final resting at Hogwarts, if the families so wished. First the funerals, then the cleanup; but the funerals never seemed to end. Remus Lupin, Tonks, Colin Creevey, Fred Weasley, Lavender Brown. They kept going on and on and at each one Harry Potter cried into his hands in the front row. Wishing that none of them had to die, that his own sacrifice would have been enough.

Today was no different.

Today was the last funeral before the repairs to Hogwarts began. It was the funeral of Fred Weasley and the last death of the Second Wizarding War. One that no one expected. The battle had been over for two days before the final victim had been murdered. After the battle, the Order had rounded up the Death Eaters as quickly as possible to go to Azkaban to await trial. Only one had been not accounted for. Marcus Flint had escaped quickly after Harry sprang out of Hagrid's arms. Realizing that it was his chance to survive the second part of the battle. It was of no surprise- the sneaky Slytherin never had much courage or pride. But what no one expected was for him to show back up again.

On May 5th, 1998 Marcus Flint stepped out of the shadows in Diagon Alley and sent a burst of green light towards the enemy he detested most. Ron Weasley died a death that nobody expected or deserved. The killing curse hit him in the back and he lay dead in the streets of Diagon Alley. Marcus Flint was apprehended within the hour. The Weasley's lost a second son in the war.

Hogwarts felt like home to many. And now was the final resting place of both Fred and Ron Weasley. Fred and Ron's funeral had the largest turnout of any of the Wizarding War. Press, family, strangers, the Order, and of course, George, Harry, and Hermione.

Kingsley Shacklebolt stood by the cemetery entrance and greeted the attendees as they filed into the space. Long faces greeted him but as minister he knew he had to persist in keeping the Ministry's spirits high. Though it seems far off, the Wizarding world would recover from the sadness that was now entered in.

"Hello." "Thank you for coming." "The Weasley Family thank you for coming." "Seating is open except for the first two rows; family only please." He greeted the people of the Wizarding War each kindly.

The ceremony began. Words were spoken. How kind each of them was. What a good brother they both were. The shenanigans Fred got into (these made George sob loudly in the front row). The bond between Ron, Harry, and Hermione (Hermione sniffled while Harry kept his head in his hands). The words kept pouring out, honoring each Weasley with the words they deserved.

Then the ceremony head said, "and now Hermione Granger will say a word about Fred and Ron Weasley."

Hermione stood up and walked to the podium. Her eyes puffy from crying but she was no longer crying.

"I met the Weasley family on my first train ride to Hogwarts. Fred and George came through the cart and made sure the First Years knew who they were. You could tell that they were twins, of course, and that they were pure trouble." She paused to gather herself.

"I met Ron within an hour of meeting Fred and George. I was looking for Neville's toad" quiet laughter from a few attendees that knew Neville and Trevor.

"At the time, I did not know that meeting these red headed boys would change my life forever." The crowd was absolutely silent but Hermione could see the tears of many from where she stood.

She drew in a breath, balancing herself, before continuing on, "Fred made my life happier. He drove me crazy. I can't te;l you the number of times I gave him detention for experimenting on first years. But he and George, you know they lightened the world so much the past few years. While Voldemort was rising they were allowing children and adults to smile again."

"Ron, he was special too. He also drove me absolutely bonkers. But in his own way. Some say he was the weaker of the Weasleys but I do not agree. Ron proved himself time and time again and there is no doubt in my mind that he was a powerful wizard. If he was given the chance to actually duel the person who attacked him, he would still be here today. Without Ron, none of us might be here today. He was a true Gryffindor. Courageous and brave and he did not deserve to die that way.

I know today is hard for many of us. I know it feels like though we have won, the sacrifice was too much. But I know Fred and Ron did not die for naught." Hermione's voice started to break, she was almost there. Let her finish this last bit before she went home to cry. Sweet Circe, Let me finish, she thought.

"So let us raise our wands now for Ron and Fred. Though gone into the veil, never forgotten."

Hermione raised her wand, the tip bursting with red and gold sparks, for her Gryffindor brothers. One by one, though teary eyed and struggling, each attendee stood up. First, George than Harry. Then Molly, Arthur, Percy, Ginny, Charlie, Bill, and on and on until the crowd stood and sent off Fred and Ron with sparks of red and gold.

A/N: Hi! Hope you enjoyed chapter one! Please leave a review- I'd love to hear from you!