Side note: OBVIOUSLY ALL JK ROWLING MATERIAL JUST A FAN SHARING IMAGINATION!

Its the day of Fred's funeral , The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione are at the Burrow getting ready to go to the funeral.

Harry was sat on the edge of Ron's bed. He had just put on his black dress robes, and was deep in thought. Harry stared at the floor and heard muffled sobs from below. How could he have let this happen? If he had just known what would happen , he could have stopped it, saved Freds life...

Ron walked into the room, when he spoke his voice was croaky and hoarse from crying,

" Hey ... um mum says we are ... the reception has started... you know for ... ,"

Ron paused , he looked pained to finish the sentence, but before he could finish Harry stood up and spoke

" Oh ok . Look mate I'm so sorry .."

Ron raised a hand in acknowledgment

"Yeah it's.. um I'll see you downstairs "

Ron left the room quickly his hand covering up his face in embarrassment . Harry took a deep breath and headed out the room, only to find George standing on the landing.

Harry hadn't seen George since the time he saw Fred lying motionless on the floor. Harry hadn't even seen him at mealtimes for a week since Fred's death, he assumed he had been eating in his room.

The mealtimes were mainly just Harry and Hermione these days, because for many days ,members of the Weasley families would disappear from the table usually crying. Mrs Weasley was so strong and would make meals for everyone and care for them , Hermione insisted on cooking breakfast this morning because Mrs Weasley couldn't bring herself to do it.

Harry walked up to George and realised why he had stopped. He was standing in front of a mirror with a hand up to the right of his head. George hadn't looked around and Harry had assumed he hadn't seen him but George spoke in a surprisingly clear voice

" Every time in look in the mirror , for the rest of my life, I'll see Fred . Why him Harry? We won the war, but I lost my best friend."

He broke down into sobs and turned to face Harry who put an arm around his shaking body. George straightened up and wiped away the tears , he put on a smile and shook his head.

" Let's go downstairs."

They went downstairs together and joined the rest of the Weasleys. Harry parted with George and joined a crying Hermione and Ron in the corner of the room. The open casket was in the back garden with rows of white chairs facing the front.

The group headed outside trying to look brave . Harry approached a sobbing Ginny and sat down next to her at the front of the rows and was shortly joined by Ron and Hermione . Harry wrapped his arms a round Ginny's shaking shoulders and looked round as Mrs Weasley stood up and walked round to the casket.

"Oh my little Freddie!" She cried and started to shake uncontrollably her knuckles white with gripping the side of the casket.

Mr Weasley got up and was looking towards Mrs Weasley but George pushed him back down and got up.

He walked over to his mum , clearly trying not to cry and put a hand on her back.

And George tried to cope with the situation the only way he could, with humour,

"Well at least now you will be able to tell us apart mum"

His voice cracked and and he started to cry like his mother, feeling like his world had just fell apart.