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Day & Age: Goodnight, Travel Well
At the funeral, he had cried like a baby. He was the polar opposite of how he used to be, and that scared him. He wanted to be happy again, but he felt that he could never be happy again without Colin by his side.
The funeral had been a small affair. His teachers, distant family members, and most of his housemates had been there. He was surprised to find the whole Weasley clan, led by George, taking up at least one row.
George came up to him first.
"Hey Dennis," he said. He looked a little better than he had when Dennis had last seen him, but he still looked bent out of shape.
"Hey George," Dennis said. After the battle, they had made a silent agreement that they would stick together, support each other, and try to get their lives back to somewhat normal.
"Mum wanted me to tell you that you and your dad are welcomed at the Burrow anytime," George said.
Dennis nodded, not knowing what to say. That's what he did most of the time when people came up to him and his father. He just nodded at them, not knowing what to say.
He hated not knowing what to say. Colin and Dennis had been known for their talkativeness, but now Dennis couldn't even say a couple of sentences at once. He subconsciously wondered if that talkativeness would ever come back.
Dennis hadn't paid much attention to the priest that was residing over the funeral, but he probably should have because before he knew it, his father had nudged him in the shoulder to go up to the podium.
He had prepared a speech, but as soon as he got up there, he knew that it wasn't good enough. He decided to follow his heart and say the things that came to him first, or in other words, he decided to wing it.
"There's nothing that I can say or do that can sum up how much Colin will be missed. Colin and I were a two-for-one package deal. If you asked for Colin, you would get me as well, whether you liked it or not," he started, getting a few chuckles out of some people.
Dennis had talked about when he and Colin were little they would dance around the Christmas tree, just like that song that always played on the radio. He talked about how Colin would take too many pictures at family gatherings that it became border-line annoying. He also mentioned that when Colin would make breakfast, basically just some cereal, he always put in some fresh fruit, making it ten times better. He didn't know how long he had talked for, but it felt like forever, and by the time he stepped down from the podium, there wasn't a dry eye in the room. He somehow managed to prevent himself from breaking down while he said his speech, but as soon as he sat down next to his father, a wave of emotions crashed down on him.
The funeral just made him realize that he would never see his big brother alive ever again.
A/N: Chapter 2 of 10. Feedback is appreciated.