Is this a dream?
"We have gathered here today to celebrate the life of Fredrick Weasley..."
More like a nightmare...he would have hated to be called 'Fredrick'.
"He died battling for his friends, family, and freedom. He died a hero's death..."
Bull, he was murdered by evil sadistic-
"One of his brothers, Percy Weasley, has asked to speak about his brother today."
Oh no...
The minister stepped back as Percy slowly walked up to the podium. He turned around and the redness of his eyes matched his hair. He cleared his throat and began, "My brother was an amazing person. He was kind, smart, an amazing beater, and God was he funny. He and my other brother, George, opened Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. They wanted a career in making people laugh. And even though their careers took off like a rocket, neither of them turned their backs on their family, which is more than I can say." His voice cracked on the last word and I began to fidget in my seat, but he continued. "I was with him when he, when he died." He stumbled over the last words but didn't stop, "He was brilliant, I made a joke and...he laughed. He died laughing." He looked down then back up, "I loved him and I just wanted to," tears prickled his eyes as he tried to continue, "I just wanted to say." He had to stop again and I couldn't take it anymore.
I stood up and strode over to the podium, aware of the eyes on me. I gently touched his arm and he turned around, I gave him a tight hug and said, "It's alright Percy." He nodded, unable to speak and sat down. I turned to face the mourners, "Good morning. My name is Hermione Granger and I was also there when Fred died." I took in a shaky breath, unaware of what to say, so I winged it, "He was amazing. I'm sure I didn't know him as long as most of you, but he was one of those people you can't help but like. He was one of those people who made you laugh even when you wanted to curl up into a ball and cry and never stop." I half smiled at memories, "We had a few adventures together. He loved life and we loved each other." I cleared my throat and continued, "Fred was always there for anyone who wanted him." I took in another deep breath, "And man did I want him." Gasps were heard, and whispers, but I ignored them and continued, "I don't exactly remember when I started to love him." I looked around at everyone, "But I'll try."
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AN: This is the..well the kind of prologue I suppose. The other chapters will be in third person as opposed to first so you can get Fred's thoughts on what happens.