As the sweet, summer air draped around all the mourners, Harry's heart felt heavy. Today Fred Weasley had been buried. Over a hundred well-wishers came to say good-bye to Fred, and the dreary and glum atmosphere was taking it's toll on Harry. The sermon was outside, about five hundred feet away from the graveyard Fred was to be buried in. Harry had sat next to Hermione, as Ron and Ginny sat with their family. Molly was clearly hear-broken about Fred, and her eyes were filled with sorrow every time Harry happened to catch a glimpse at her. Arthur handled the situation with calm and controlled sadness, and Harry knew that Mr Weasley was feeling very odd about losing Fred. George looked extremely lonely and only half complete without his wise cracking brother. George had tried to get on with his life after Fred's death, but everybody could tell that George was struggling to some to terms and the loss of his twin. When George came to speak at the front of the small, cramped golden tent, he broke into a sad smile. "Fred. Fred wasn't just my twin or my business partner. He was my best friend. We had some pretty amazing times together, me and Fred did. Whether we were discovering new passages at Hogwarts, getting sent to the Head of Year's office or making new things for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, we were in it for the laugh. He could crack a joke about anything, Fred could, always make the mood lighter, even at the darkest times, right until the moment he died" ;by the time George had said this, many handkerchiefs were being blown on, "and that's how I'll remember my brother. As my best friend anyone could ever have. Thanks."

As George made his way back to his seat, Harry started an applause that soon echoed the whole tent.

Finally, when the final mound of earth had been spread over Fred's coffin, Harry approached Ron and Ginny. He patted Ron on the back . Ron sighed. "I can't believe he's gone." Harry's heart felt a sudden lurch. He knew how Ron felt, he'd been in this position with Sirius' death. "I know," nodded Harry. "But Ron, Fred will always be right here," Harry reached out his hand and gently clapped it on Ron's heart. Ron gave a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, he always will".

As Harry looked on at the shiny, marbelled headstone, he thought of what a great person Fred had been. He's helped him and and out of some tight spots, and would always take Harry's side within reason. Harry placed a red poppy and a symbolic puking pastille on the ground near the headstone, and then slowly walked away, thinking, "Rest in peace, Fred Weasley."