Disclaimer – I'm not the queen of writing J.K. Rowling sadly, the original story and characters are hers, I'm just a fanfic writer
I didn't want those people at Fred's funeral. The ministry people that hadn't even known George. I didn't want their pity, whether it be fake or not didn't matter. I hadn't wanted to come but I had made myself. Why'd you have to leave me Fred, life will never be quite right without you. As Fred's body lowered into the ground a tear escaped from my eye. Ginny, who was sitting next to me, went to put an arm around me but I pushed it off. I didn't want her to pretend that she understood what I was going through, because she didn't, no one would ever understand. As the funeral ended I rushed out of the room, I headed for a large oak tree and I fell against it. I let the tears flow freely, no one would see me. I didn't wish I had died instead of him, I guess that sound selfish but I didn't want Fred to feel this pain. I avoided looking at Mum at all costs, because every time she looked at me I knew she saw Fred, how could she not, really? I couldn't help but wonder if she'd always see me as the son she had lost, instead of the son she still had. I sat sobbing against the tree for, what felt like, years until I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned around and saw Angelina Johnson standing above me.
"He wouldn't want this. You know that right?" Angelina looked at me I the eyes. She was right, he wouldn't.
"He'd want you to live your life to the fullest" she continued. Angelina held out her hand to me, I took it and she pulled me up.
"I don't know how I can live without him. We were practically one person..."
"No George, you a were always two people. You shared a closeness that no one else could understand," Angelina said.
She moved in to hug me and, for the first time in weeks, I let someone hug me.