A/N: Born from a prompt on Tumblr. I don't own HP.
Stayplation thing.
The current residents of the Burrow were in mourning. Arthur Weasley's funeral was that day. Molly had refused to come out of her bedroom, she cursed herself for calling him a stupid man with his obsession with all things muggle, and pestering him about his sparkplug collection. She looked at his favorite sparkplug and hugged it to her chest. Oh, Arthur…
George just stared out in front of him, he knew death was inevitable, but it hurt too much to think of it. He still couldn't function entirely without his twin, but his father had helped with that. Now his father was gone too.
Percy didn't even attempt to hide his tears… It seemed so utterly unreal. Arthur, their father, a husband, a mentor… was gone. He seemed so full of life, so full of dreams… but he was gone.
Ron tried to be strong for everyone. Never letting them see his tears or know his feelings. Hermione and Harry were the only ones ever to see him cry.
Ginny didn't allow tears to fall, she knew what Ron was trying to do, but they all knew that she was the real backbone of the Weasley family. That was why, just before lunch, she called all of her nieces, nephews and her own children together.
"What is it, mum?" James asked.
"Well, we all know that later today your grandfather's… being buried." She struggled to say it. "So why don't we send him off with a fond farewell?"
"I see where you're going with this, Aunt Ginny." Freddie said with a large grin. "We'll see to it."
"Thank you, dear."
All of the grandchildren exchanged confused glances, but James understood immediately. He grabbed his best friend's arm and the two of them led the party to the garage – filled with muggle things. Upon seeing the muggle things they all understood.
They quickly set to work to be finished before the funeral.
. . .
The coffin sank into the ground, ever so slowly. Molly was leaning heavily on Bill, but he held her tightly. He would be moving back to the Burrow to take care of her, and Fleur knew it. She'd already started packing.
The grandchildren arrived with a loud noise. Ginny smiled tearily at them as they set the small electronic toy on the grave. James went to his grandmother.
"See, grandma? Now he'll have his last project with him. We fixed it! We fixed his stayplation!"
A/N: Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why I wrote about death. Well, it's because I'm currently surrounded by cancer patients. So, this is for them.