Thank you for my reviewers fantabulousz and J-star Black for reviewing this story. It was going to end right there but i gues you guys got me hooked into it. In these next xhapters your realize the love between George and Angelina and how the Weasleys keep eachother closer from their loss. I have also changed the title and summary so it fits with my idea.
In this chapter you realize how this death takes a toll onto the family no longer a strong family but a more recked one. Angelina is also blaming herself but George needs to help and keep her strong or else another death can sneak behind them. The funeral is also shown. I'm not very good at writing 'Wizard Funerals' but i tried my best. I didnt want just normal funerals at all because i find Fred wanting excitment or want his memory of having jokes and pranks so yeah youll see that in the very SHORT funeral seen because im not good at those but i feel confident that the rest will get lengthier and maybe twists.
May 2nd, 1998
"You know Angelina it's not your fault." George slowly calmed her down. It was a day after the battle, and everybody was in their homes or rebuilding Hogwarts. George and Angelina sat on the porch of the Burrow, still coping with the death of Fred. George was hurt but could easily hide his feelings. His twin…gone…Angelina's love…Gone. Only a few tears fell off of Angelina's eyes but she was still struggling with her mind.
George handed her a cup of coco, which seemed to cheer her up. Angelina hadn't said a word ever since she found out. Her heart sank when she knew what had happened and George had to revive her. "It's all my fault George"
"It's not your fault at all, don't talk like that." George spoke, he knew it wasn't her fault but she somehow convince herself that it was entirely her fault. Letting herself to believe she let him die had to be hard for her to live with but George couldn't stand hearing her say that.
"Yes, it is. Maybe if I hadn't left his side…" A moment of silence came from her. "Then maybe he would still be here!" She sprinted into the house smashing her mug and spilling the coco out. George jumped up from sitting and ran after her. She was wrong. She was wrong. It wasn't her fault it was the Death Eater that killed him.
George had found her settling down on his red rugged couch. She clutched Fred's picture, and kept shaking her head. George was arguing with his mind on what to say. He wasn't good at acting serious because no one took him or Fred seriously. Today was a different day though, the only time he had to act serious to keep Angelina strong.
George planted himself next to her. She did not give any signs of noticing him. Unknowingly, Angelina felt George's gentle hand on her shoulder. Her head tilted to the side placing it onto his shoulder. George brushed some of her long black hair making her feel comfortable. "I know" George spoke. With those two words Angelina spoke.
"I now know, thank you George" Angelina hurled herself up from his arms and stood, placing the picture of Fred on the coffee table. George stood as well. Their eyes connected. Angelina placed her arms around him. Their bodies pressed against each other and the warmth between them. Angelina placed her head on his shoulder. George closed his eyes and lowered his own head onto her shoulder as well. George had her and needed to keep her in his arms for Freddy….
May 4th, 1998
It was a dark smeary night. Pictures of Fred when he was little and older were scattered around the coffin. Instead of roses or black roses, there were all the things Fred enjoyed. Prank machines, ears that could let you hear anything, and other antiques that he called fun. The funeral was right outside of the Burrow. Friends and Family paid their respect to the Weasleys. They stood on the left side of the coffin where Freddy laid.
Angelina and George stood next to each other closer to Ginny who was the farthest away from the coffin. Ron held back his tears while Molly rubbed his hair. Arthur was talking with the people who came to the funeral. It was a private funeral only people who were friends themselves with Fred or family members were allowed. Hermione sat next Harry and Luna who were crying as well. Hermione and Luna's heads were on Harry's shoulder to comfort them. Bill and Fleur were seated as well. Charlie and Percy stood behind the parents and many relatives and students, Fred's age, paid their respects, and sat down in an empty seat.
Once everyone finished and settled in Kingsley who was the 'priest' began to read the memory of Fred. "We are gathered here today, for a very special man, Mr. Fred Weasley. A jokester, courageous, and a bold man. He was killed in a dark time during the Battle of Hogwarts. He fought proudly and bravely by securing the secret passages that were controlled by dozens of Death Eaters. With the lighting of our wands, may you rest in peace, and signify the glory of your heart." Everyone's wand rose from their hands and lit up a white puffy light. Some cried, some sulked in sorrow but Fred would still be kept in their hearts…
Hoped you liked it! i dont mind critizsm or lengthy reviews. Thank you guys for the support and see you next chapter! :)
