A note from me: Hello, this is my first fic on this site. I'm sure I made some mistakes so helpful crit is always appreciated. No need to be mean though. This is just my take on the happenings post war, beginning with the funeral. Might update and add more to the funeral itself later. This will eventually be RonXHarry slash, so I've given the warning there. I'm going to try to update every couple days, at least every week. Reviews are loved but not mandatory, as I'm writing this story for myself. If all goes well I'm also writing a more lighthearted fic between Harry and Ginny, so maybe I'll even post that. So enjoy, and let me know if I messed something up. Look forward to hearing from people. :)

Harry Potter and The Shadows of the Past

Harry Potter had been woken by a rather frightening dream. He shot up in the bed he'd been provided by Mrs. Weasley and looked around in near hysterics. The nightmares had been horrible, even though it was a week past the final battle with Voldemort, he couldn't shake the recent war from his mind. Perhaps it had to do with Fred's upcoming funeral. The Weasley's had done an amazing job of keeping their chins up, all of course other then George, but as the funeral approached the facades faded. Harry of course plagued with guilt...if he could have just done voldemort in one day later...if he had just known twenty-four hours sooner...even twelve, Fred might still be with us. Now...now it was worse, now...he might be back.

He made his way downstairs in silence, dressed in a pair of fine black dress robes. Ron was already downstairs in matching robes, which Harry insisted Ron let him buy. As a matter of fact all of the Weasley's and even Hermione were sporting brand new, pressed dressrobes. Harry insisted, as if that wasn't bad enough Reamus' and Tonk's processions were to take place shortly after. All of the casualties of this war deserved the most respect that could be provided. It was depressing...the war was over, the darkness was (supposedly) gone, yet the facial expressions that crossed his friend's faces was more grim then he'd ever seen, even during the war.

"Hey mate." solemnly to his best friend

"Hey.." was all Ron could muster

He'd gone oddly silent the past week, didn't feel like talking, or anything. Harry couldn't help but feel hopeless...he could destroy a dark lord, but he couldn't manage to make Ronald crack even a grin. He took a lean down and wrapped his arms around Ron tight. He didn't care how 'puff' they looked, he had seen the shudder in his shoulders. A glance over as he hugged Ron and he saw Mister Weasley giving the same hug to Misses Weasley. An odd feeling fell over him right then. Something he couldn't explain. He brushed it off though as George walked into the room. His eyes were weighted to the ground, Bill was fixing George's robe in silence and then patted him on the back, followed closely by Charlie holding his sobbing younger sister as they made their way downstairs. That seemed to get the whole room going.

Outside they made their way to the portkey that would take them to the burial. They'd requested to share ceremony space and time with their lost friends Reamus and Tonks, out of sight in a place that would not produce any kind of distraction. Not even the rough tug behind the naval had changed the expressions on all of their faces, Ginny had just let herself fall into the landing, landing on her knees. Mister Weasley broke from his wife's side to life Ginny to her feet. The area was stunning, it was sad that they had all gathered to such a beautiful place in such a sad time. The words, the procession, everything flew by until he was unexpectedly asked to say a few words. He was told the family would be speaking...Harry didn't think he was family, yet he was first. He stood up and walked to the marble podium in front of the majestic waterfall flowing behind him in the woods. He looked to everyone in the crowed...he could feel them begging him to say something that would make it a little easier...

"Hullo..." and he sighed "I didn't know that I would be speaking..." admitting honestly..."I don't know weather I'm just supposed to say a few things about Fred, or if I am supposed to say things about Tonks and Lupin as well. I've decided to talk about both of them." Admitted awkwardly..."Fred was like a brother to me, all of the Weasley's are. Some people might've said that Fred wasn't serious enough, that he was always more worried about making people laugh and be happy, then he was impressing the world with his grades or money. Neither fame or money can make us smile today, and I think it made me understand him a lot better."

At this he saw Mrs. Weasley break into tears, The other's weren't as hysteric, but there was definitely not a dry eye in the massive group.

"I-I've learned..." Trying to keep his voice strong "...from Fred, I've learned a lot. What you have, what you go through, and even what we feel are missing, are nothing compared to the simple gift of being happy, and the feeling we get when making our friends, and family happy. To my family, the Weasley's...I can't...tell you how sorry I am. "

This of course caused a shock of surprise throughout the group. Harry looked as if he felt the guilt of murder. Molly and Arthur gave each other concerned glances, while Ron and Hermione shot worried looks to each other before focusing on Harry.

"I would give..anything to bring him back." Harry's white knuckled grip on the podium was only getting tighter now and Molly had the mother instinct to stand, but Arthur pulled her back.

"Wait..." Arthur whispered..."He needs this..."

"Remus and Tonks too...Dumbledor...I know they all died because of me."

The room filled with silence...it seemed at the very least Harry was facing an inner battle in front of everything. He couldn't talk...he could barely breathe and his eyes focused on Ron. The whole time the war had gone on, Harry was paralysed with the fear of loosing his best friend. Now the dreams were back...the nightmares, if it happened again...if they missed a Horocrux...Ron's gaze met Harry's and in an instant Harry gave a cry of pain and grabbed his head with both hands. He couldn't stop himself though...

"Sirius and Reamus...and Tonks with their...child..."

After that moment, Harry could hear nothing other then Hermione's scream, and feel Ron grab hold of him as his legs gave out from under him. Everything was a blur, from people crowding around him, Ron shaking him by the shoulders. His green eyes looked up at Ron's worried expression, and then Hermione's. It was like they were speaking another language. Then there was darkness, there was only ever darkness in the end. Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred, his parents, and Dumbledore. The lights in his life were burning quick, and it was terrifying. It was that fear that he fell into unconsciousness with.