"Well," Luna began again after gathering all of the children near her, "James' Uncle Fred was a prankster, one of the best Hogwarts has ever seen. His Uncle George was too. And together they put on some of the best shows Hogwarts has ever seen. Why once, they even rode their brooms around the hallways and set off the most spectacular fireworks! During some of the darkest days the wizarding world has ever seen they could make us all laugh and-"

James interrupted, "But Uncle George isn't like that now is he?"

"No, he isn't, but sometimes when you lose something terribly important to you, well, you can't smile and laugh and play. It just hurts too much." Luna looked at the group of children around her. Dora had her eyes wide open, James looked thoughtful, Victoire seemed a bit sad and Albus was sucking on his thumb.

"Would you tell us another one, mummy?" Dora asked her blue-grey eyes wide.

"Maybe later, dear," Luna said as she noticed Ron, Rose, and pregnant Hermione walking down the path to the Burrow, "I think we are about to leave."

Ron glanced at Luna as he walked through the door, "Ginny and Fre- I mean George at it again?"

"Yes," Luna replied softly.

Ron strode into the house, making himself known to the people within which abruptly brought an end to the shouting. Luna smiled and ushered the children back into the house. Mrs. Weasley was sitting in a chair, rocking back and forth nervously as Ron kissed her on the cheek. Bill walked over to Victoire and grabbed her hand to guide the little girl over to her mother. Charlie had his hand on George's shoulder and Ginny had tears streaming down her cheeks as she rocked Lily back and forth.

"Well," Hermione said, walking as briskly as she could in her condition, "Let's go to the cemetery."

Once certain that all the children had someone to apparate with, they all apparated with a pop. Upon arrival at the cemetery, Luna began to give flowers to everyone, "A cemetery is such a sad place," she said, "the flowers make it a bit more bearable."

They walked about the cemetery for a while, talking to their children about the people who had died to stop Voldemort and placing flowers next to their headstones. Finally, they came to the grave of none other than Fred Weasley. Mrs. Weasley started sobbing again; Mr. Weasley was holding her as silent tears fell down his face. Bill was holding on tightly to his wife's hand as he stared at the cold, grey stone. Ginny held her baby more tightly in her arms and leaned a bit more heavily on Harry. Percy leaned his head against his wife's and fought off tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. George fell to his knees and let his face fall into his hands as his shoulders shook. Little Dora Longbottom felt as if she had lost something, but wasn't quite sure what is was. All she knew was that she felt sad.

After a few moments, they turned away from the stone, and George, seeming to have decided something muttered something to them about having to leave. He disapparated, leaving the rest of them to finish their walk around the cemetery.