The next morning came with the rays of golden pink shinning through the window on to Angelina's face, the tear tracks still etched on her thin, beautiful face. She, once again, got hit by the realization that he, the love of her life, Fred Weasley was gone. She turned to her side and saw George, laying there, sleeping somewhat peacefully. His eyes twitched ever so softly, as the dream undertook him with grief, a tear slowly dropped out of the corner of his left eye. Tomorrow, in the afternoon, would be the funeral held for the Angelina was deep in thought, George started to stir, but she didn't notice until he said, "Angelina, what are you doing up at the crack of dawn?"
"Haha," she laughed softly," I could ask you the same thing."
"Oh well I asked you first," replied George.
"I just couldn't sleep. To much on my mind I guess," whispered the girl with milk chocolate skin.
"A nightmare woke me," said the boy with fire hair. Both sat in their separate beds thinking about the event that was going to take place that day. They silently got up, and Angelina went to take a shower, she took her time.
None of the Weasleys wanted to get up today; it was the second worst day of their lives, close to the day that Fred actually died.
The Weasley family all dressed in reds oranges and yellows for the day as did all of those who attended. George, as well as everyone who knew Fred knew he would not want them to be wearing black. All of the family as well as Harry, Hermione, Angelina, and Lee sat in the front row.
Author Weasley was the only one strong enough to talk that day, and they did not want some one who never knew Fred to preside over his funeral, so Author was handed that heavy task. His speech was subdued but powerful. He spoke saying." All of you here knew my son, Fred; you knew his sense of humor which most knew him for, his powerful senses of friendship, love loyalty and of goodness. He died almost as he would have asked for, laughing and a smile permanently plastered on his face. He will always be remembered by all that knew him. Thank you for being here today," After that he sat down and didn't utter another word for the rest of the day.
After Fred had been laid to rest they stood around, offering a joke they had once heard Fred say, every once in a while they would hear a weak chuckle. George, although sad, was getting the most chuckles, because he delivered the jokes just like Fred.
That night everyone in the Burrow slept just a little bit better.