Fred's Funeral
It was raining. In the beginning of June it was raining. How could it rain? Draco new the answer to that. There was nothing good about this day. Today everything seemed a bit sadder, the flowers were hanging a bit lower and children laughed a bit less. Today a hole had appeared in the hearts of all those that Fred Weasley knew. Draco hadn't been invited to the funeral. It made sense. He had been a part of the organization that had killed Fred only a few days ago. Blimey, he tried to kill a few of the attendants himself. He'd heard about the funeral through, well everyone at Hogwarts. Half the school was properly here too. Draco decided to stand at the back so no one would notice him. He'd even cloaked himself with a little magic, just to be safe.
The service was beautiful. First Mr. Weasley said some lovely words about courage, then Mrs. Weasley half sobbingly said that Fred had died a hero, NO one would forget the courage Fred had shown, and then finally George spoke. He didn't speak about Fred's death instead he poke of memories. He told the most amazing stories about how he and Fred had managed to explode a broom closet in their second year at Hogwarts and how Filch never caught them, about their legendary departure of Hogwarts and then he spoke of the battle. He said that if anyone were ever going to die laughing, then it would be none other than Fred Weasley. Draco held back tears. Not because he'd known Fred well, but because no one that good ever deserved to die.
Everybody had left. Draco made sure that no one was around to see what he was about to do. He removed the spell and walked up to the headstone. There were about a thousand bouquets al around the headstone. The headstone read, "Here lies Fred Weasley, Beloved brother, son and friend." There were so few words for someone so loved. Why had he even come? It all seemed so stupid now standing here, the reality dawning on him and yet he had come. He'd shown up to a funeral that he wasn't invited to and he was currently standing in front of the mans headstone. Why? Because he was sorry. Draco's lips trembled and then the tears came. "I used to like your jokes you know," Draco said. "You and your brother. God you'd crack me up. Of course, I never told anyone if I had, I would've been the laughing stock of Slytherin." Draco smiled slightly. It all seemed so important back then, now it was nothing more than a forgotten memory. "I- I'm sorry Fred." Draco's lips trembled. Then came the tears. "You didn't deserve this no one does and yet I fought for them. I never should've fought for them. I should've fought with you, not against you."
Draco stood there for ages getting soaked in the rain, apologizing repeatedly. He never saw George standing some feet away. Draco never heard George's gratitude and he never felt Fred's forgiveness. Yet he stood there in the pouring rain apologizing to a headstone, for a crime he never committed.
Neither of them told anyone about that day and what had happened.