Harry woke up the next morning in Ron's attic bedroom, to find that Ron's bed was empty. Before he had time to wonder where he had gone however, Ron walked in.

"Oh you're up" Ron said glancing at him.

"Yeah" Harry muttered, rubbing his eyes "What time is it?"

" A little past three" Ron paused "It's kind of weird being back here, like everything just went back to normal. But of course things are as far from normal as they can possibly be" he said with a pained look on his face.

He seemed to struggle with himself for a moment, then continued

" His funeral is going to be tomorrow" he said in a choked voice.

Harry didn't know what to say, he couldn't even look at Ron, knowing that he was the cause of his brother's death, he was the reason for the family's suffering.

He suddenly had a powerful urge to leave, to get away from the family for whom he had caused so much pain.

He felt a deep hatred for himself at that moment, he loved the Weasley's more than anything but he suddenly wanted to be as far away from there as possible.

The next day at breakfast everybody was very quiet.

Mrs. Weasley broke down in tears every few minutes and George was still maintaining his expressionless front while picking at is food, never eating much.

Mr. Weasley was outside helping set up for the ceremony.

At a quarter past eight Mr. Weasley came inside and motioned them out.

Harry stepped outside and took in everything he was seeing. Down the Weasley's lawn there was a great white canopy set up near the paddock where once Fred had played Quidditch with them.

Once they stepped inside Harry saw that there were a huge number of flowers and near the front, a polished mahogany casket.

Harry's heart felt like it had stopped. He knew that Fred was gone, but seeing this casket that he knew contained Fred's body, made it seem so much more real, there was a sense of finality he had not quite felt before.

Within a few minutes people started arriving, some Harry knew.

Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet were the first to arrive. All of them ha very red eyes and immediately went over to hug George.

Then a whole slew of Weasley cousins whom Harry did not recognize arrived and Mr. Weasley went over to greet them. Harry also spotted, over the heads of the crowd, the enormous figure of Hagrid, who was wearing his horrible brown suit.

People were arriving at a faster pace now. Harry saw Oliver Wood, Neville Longbottom, Lee Jordan, and several other familiar faces from Hogwarts arrive until the tent was positively teeming with mourners.

Eventually a small white haired man went to a podium located at the front beside the casket and asked that everyone please find their seats.

Everybody settled down, Harry sitting in the front with the rest of the Weasley's.

He was sitting with Ginny on his right side and Ron on his left, with Hermione on the other side of Ron.

Once everybody had taken their seats a hushed silence fell over the crowd. The small white haired man once again approached the podium and cleared his throat with a small cough, and began to speak.

His words were meaningless. The old man went on about bravery and how he wished he had gotten to know Fred and many other things that Harry knew Fred would have snored at.

Harry glanced around him. Nobody seemed to be listening to him, everyone had their eyes glued to the casket that held Fred's body.

Harry could see Angelina crying in the back row looking as if her heart was broken.

And Lee Jordan staring at the caskett as if he couldn't quite believe that his friend was lying inside it.

Once the man finished, it was a moment before anybody realized that he had stopped. Once everyone came around enough to realize this, there was a smattering of polite applause.

Then two wizards dressed in dark suits stood up and began to lower the casket into the ground.

Mrs. Weasley had broken down completely and was now sobbing uncontrollably into her husband's chest.

Ginny also had her face tucked into Harry's shoulder and was quietly weeping. Harry wrapped his arm around her and stroked her hair, wishing he could tell her that everything was going to be alright.

Beside him Ron seemed to be struggling very hard not to cry, although a few tears escaped and slid down his face.

One of the wizards in the dark suit waved his wand and caused a mound of dirt to fall neatly to cover the hole where Fred was now laid to rest.

Slowly people started getting up and once again offering their condolences before leaving.

Mr. Weasley then led Mrs. Weasley back into the house, although by then, he also had tears pouring down his cheeks. Ginny had followed her mother back into the house and the it was just Ron and Hermione and Harry, along with George, who was now kneeling in front of the grave.

Ron exchanged a look with Harry and then said lowly "We're going to head back in" and then he and Hermione turned and left.

Harry walked down the narrow dirt path to where George was and sat down next to him.

They sat like that in silence for a while, until George finally broke the silence.

"I don't blame you, you know" he said calmly. He turned and looked at Harry

"I know you're blaming yourself and you shouldn't be" Harry looked at him. "How can you not blame me? It was my f-" "It wasn't your fault!" George interjected angrily "The only person whose fault it was, was Voldemort, and the death eater who killed him."

Harry sighed heavily "I suppose you're right" George was silent.

"Your mum and dad will look after him won't they?" George faced Harry with a look of deep pain etched on his face. "Wherever they are now I mean"

Harry thought about it for a moment "I'm sure they will" Silence.

"We'll see them again someday you know" Harry said suddenly.

"Yeah I know" George replied. Then to Harry's amazement, George gave a small smile.

"I don't really feel like acting to happy right now, but I feel like he would want us to move on with our lives" George declared. " I think he would rather us move on with our lives and think about him with laughter, not tears"

Harry did no say anything but he deeply agreed.

George got up. "Well I guess I should probably get inside, mum must be a mess right now" and with that he strode away into the house.

Harry remained seated for a moment, then he too got up to leave.

But before he walked away , he stopped to read the small line etched at the bottom of Fred's headstone. It read:

It is more fitting for a man to laugh at life than to lament over it.

And pondering those words, Harry turned and walked back into the burrow.

So anyway here it is. This was a difficult chapter for me to write because this was a death that i still feel shouldn't have happened, and now that i'm finished, i dont think i did a good enough job writing it. But here it is anyway and i hope that you enjoyed it