The days leading up to my twin's funeral are the worst of my life. The day after the death of my brother we were all miserable. I stayed with my family in the Burrow, on the couch. I couldn't stand going in my old room. Days floated by, preparations were being made.
It was time. I slowly walked up the aisle and sat in the wooden black chair, scared… sad…angry. So many emotions were flowing through me. Slow, sad music began playing. Not loud enough to be heard over the cries of everyone around me. I couldn't cry. Speeches were made by our old Quidditch teammates… Lee Jordan…a few more of our friends… Percy.
Then slowly his body was lowered into the ground. The family walked up first threw in a handful of dirt or flowers. I threw in a handful of dirt. People all around talking, crying. All of a sudden everything was quiet. I would wonder why, but I knew. I helped, me and Angela, and Katie planned this, in memory of Fred. I looked around and suddenly firecrackers were going off along with dung bombs. Mayhem was everywhere.
I knew this is how Fred would have liked it, bright, cheery, laughter. Everyone was laughing and crying all at the same time, good and bad. Fred. If he were alive… This is how he would have liked it.
I walked over to my family and suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to laugh, to cry. I started crying, I couldn't stop and yet I was happy. I let my mother, our mother, hug me and there we were crying and laughing. Surrounded by people I cared about, and they cared about me.