A/N: I don't own anything!
The graveyard was gray and chilly as if the weather had been charmed to match the feelings of the mourners. It had been five days since the battle and Harry and the Weasley's were at Fred's funeral. Harry sat near the front with the Weasley's and Hermione.
The last five days at the Burrow had seemed never-ending. Ginny avoided him at all costs and although Harry desperately wanted to talk to her and get everything straightened out between them, he could never find a moment alone with her. Harry spent most of his time alone, out in the orchard, or flying his broom on long rides throughout the countryside. But a lot of his time had been spent attending the funerals of his friends. There had been one every day and two on one day.
The hardest one was Lupin and Tonks funeral. Harry had sat in his seat and watched little Teddy swing his legs back and forth in the chair, oblivious of the grieving around him. Afterwards, Harry had went up to Andromeda and said that he would like to help them out in any way that they needed. Teddy was Harry's godson and he would see that the both of them were well taken care of. Andromeda had smiled at him but turned his offer down. She said that Harry was welcome to come see Teddy anytime but that they would be just fine.
Harry brought his thoughts back to the present and focused on Fred's family. George had taken this the hardest. Without Fred to finish his sentences and to take part in their jokes and pranks, he always walked around looking a bit lost. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were still grieving too, but they always tried to put up a brave front in front of everyone.
As far as how Harry himself felt, he often felt like if he took one wrong step, he would plunge into the murkiness that tried to drag him down day after day. He felt like a hundred dementors constantly surrounded him. Harry was saved from further self evaluation as the funeral began.
The aged wizard who was presiding over the funeral, talked about Fred's bravery and honor in battle and how he fought for what he believed in even though it meant his life. He then invited friends and family to share memories of Fred so that everyone could celebrate Fred's life rather than mourn his death.
Harry was a bit shocked as person after person stood up and told stories of jokes Fred and George had pulled on them or others. He was even more shocked as the Weasley family chuckled fondly at the memories shared. Harry felt himself standing up.
"I, uh, well, I just wanted to share a few words." Harry started hesitantly. "When I think about Fred, I always go back to the end of my fifth year at Hogwarts. This was when Umbridge was running the school and everyone had just about had enough of her. Fred and George had both decided they had had quite enough of her and that they were leaving Hogwarts, but not without a bang. They set off so many fireworks, jinxes, and who knows what else, and then they hopped on their brooms and just flew right out of the door. It was great and I never forgot that." Harry sat down in his seat and let out the breath that he had been holding the whole time. Hermione was sitting beside him and squeezed his hand encouragingly. The sharing of memories went on a bit longer but finally was finished. The wizard raised his wand and the coffin floated into the earth. He then raised his wand again and the freshly dug dirt was put back on top. The tombstone was engraved by another swish of the wand. The Weasley's walked to the tombstone and left fresh flowers. The funeral was over.
A/N: Okay, this chapter is pretty short because who wants to read about funerals? Not me! But it had to be done. Next chapter is MUCH better, I promise! And I will update again soon. Please, please review. Thank you to those of you who have reviewed so far. I really appreciate your opinions and thoughts.