A/N: I've always wanted to know what the deceased Harry Potter characters' funerals were like, and so I decided to pick one character, in this case Fred Weasley, and create what I think their funeral would be like. This is only a short story, so I most likely won't add anything onto this. Enjoy!

It's been ten days since Voldemort has been defeated. Ten days since my twin brother died. It still brings me pain inside whenever I think of his goofy grin, seemingly identical to mine. I never really smile anymore, to be honest.

I sit on the bench, my head down. Mum sits to my right and Percy to my left. I was surprised when I saw my bighead brother strut into the church, for we haven't seen him in a long time. Percy's skinny arm is laid across my shoulder. To his left is Ron, then Bill, then Charlie, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione. The ones who loved him. The ones who still love him.

I lift my head and try to suppress tears from bursting out. In front of us is his casket, decorated with flowers and ribbon (it was in his will). The ceremony ended around thirty minutes ago. I still can't believe he's gone. I stand up and walk over to the casket.

"Hey, Freddie," I manage to choke out.

There's no reply. Of course there's no reply.

"George-" Ginny starts, but Mum shushes her.

"Sucks you had to go, eh?" I place a shaking hand on the casket. "Everyone misses you."

Still no reply. Why am I thinking he'll pop up and tell me that he's the better-looking twin? Why do I think that we'll ever pull a hilarious prank again? I have to finally admit to myself he's gone. There's no spell to wake the dead. I move my hand to touch the empty space where my ear was. I sigh.

"I guess you could say that we're both holy now," I laugh a little. I feel a tear trickle down my cheek and I rest my forehead on the cold casket. "I love you, man."

I get up and whisper good-bye before allowing the others to speak. Good-bye, Fred, I think. Hopefully he can hear me. I'll miss him.

Mischief Managed.