The Funeral of Fredrick Gideon Weasley
Harry sighed as he looked at the picture of Fred and George grinning broadly at Bill and Fleur's wedding, George with his newly missing ear. It had only been a few weeks since the Battle of Hogwarts, but no one had gotten over the death of Fred just yet. In fact, Mrs. Weasley had burst into tears when she'd come home a few days after the battle and seen that Fred's hand on her clock was missing. No one was ready to let go of him.
But Harry knew they had to accept and move on. Harry's heart ached every time he thought of the twin. He didn't want to let go either. But he had been through far too many deaths to know that they all needed to work around the poor boy's death. He wanted the Weasleys to remember Fred but not spend their entire lives grieving for him. But how to do it?
And he thought of the perfect solution in one second of inspiration.
It was the morning of Fred Weasley's funeral. Harry fidgeted uncomfortably in his hard, white plastic chair as he thought of his plan, a plan that he was sure Fred himself had helped him come up with (or at least his spirit).
Hour after hour passed as the ministry wizard droned on and on about how wonderful Fred was. Harry couldn't help but think that this was not at all what Fred would have wanted. Hell, he had died with a grin on his face! He would have wanted everyone thinking about how funny he had been, not how gone he was. Harry was even more glad he had made this plan.
Finally, the funeral was almost over. It was time to put the plan into action. Nonchalantly, Harry reached into the bag under his seat and pulled out a large bunch of Weasley's Wildfire Whiz-bangs that he had nicked from the store when he was helping George clean up. Then, discreetly, he pulled out his wand and set the whole thing off.
Immediately, the fireworks exploded with a huge bang. Everyone's heads snapped up and the wizard at the front jumped about a foot into the air. A few seconds after the fireworks had gone off, someone in the crowd started to chuckle. Then another person started to laugh, and soon everyone was rocking back and forth with laughter. Even George, whom Harry hadn't seen smile in nearly a month, had tears of laughter streaming down his face. And as Harry watched every witch or wizard at Fred's funeral laugh themselves to death, he couldn't help thinking that this was the way Fred would have wanted to go out: with a bang.