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Chapter 6

Harry awoke several hours later to the sound of Kreacher walking by his bedroom, mumbling as he went. "My mistress would never approve of a mud-blood in the house, oh my mistress; she would say it was a disgrace, and Kreacher agrees with her." Harry glanced at his bedside clock and saw it was midday. He climbed out of bed, realising that he was still dressed from yesterday, quickly got changed into a new t shirt and jeans and nearly ran downstairs. Hermione had left a note on the table saying she'd left to go to the Burrow and she was sorry for yelling at him. Harry could hardly remember her yelling, but he picked up the note, tossed in the bin and walked out onto the street where he apparated to the Burrow as fast as he could.

Harry knocked on the door of the Burrow and Hermione answered it.
"Look who finally woke up." She said, but playfully.
Harry smiled and walked past her into the living room, where Ron and George were sitting on large chairs covered in homemade knitted colourful blankets that looked like they had seen better days. Ron looked up at Harry and grinned.
"So how was Teddy?" Ron asked.
"Ok, I think. Mrs Tonks looked like she was about to drop dead of exhaustion, so I took over for a few hours."
"A few hours?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"Alright, the night. But is it normal for all babies to cry for hours and hours before being sick and then falling asleep?"
"Yes, completely normal Harry." Hermione said, quite patronisingly.
"I think they do it to avoid being told off. Ginny did it all the time. She'd be sick over my favourite jumper and then fall asleep, so I couldn't get angry at her; she was clearly a sly genius baby." George said. They all laughed a little, until Ginny walked downstairs, which only made them laugh more.
"What's so funny?" Ginny asked.
"Only that George thought you were a 'sly genius baby.'" Ron explained.
"What?" Ginny asked looking confused.
"Trust me, its better if you just don't ask." Hermione told her.

A little while later, Harry picked up that days copy of the Daily Prophet, knowing he'd probably hate what he saw. He was right.

SERVERUS SNAPE EXPLAINED.
By Rita Skeeter
Serverus Snape, former Headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, who was revealed recently to be a long time Death eater and the murderer of Albus Dumbledore, has been a mystery to many. However, the Daily Prophet has now found new evidence about Snape that may shed some light on this man. After listening to the testimony of former student Draco Malfoy, who is from a highly respectable wizard family, it becomes clear that Snape was motivated by power, and was clearly trying to get the job of headmaster by any means possible, which resulted in the death of Albus Dumbledore. Another possible explanation would be that Snape was so dedicated to Voldemort that he was simply carrying out orders, which shows Dumbledore to be a very poor judge of character, as he clearly trusted him to teach vulnerable young minds. Could this be a plot by Death eaters to recruit more follows from Hogwarts?

Harry refused to read anymore. He could tell that it was only going to get worse. Fury boiled through his veins as he thought of Malfoy. He had saved Malfoy's life! He had gone back to save his sorry little skin and now he was doing this to him! Even worse, he was discrediting Snape. Malfoy had always been Snape's little pet, following his instructions to the letter in his first couple of years. He now was completely turned his back on him and Snape died, never saying that the wand belonged to Malfoy, practically saving his life. Harry couldn't cope with this and flung the paper into the fireplace, then firing 'incendio' at it. He watched as it crinkled up, turning from black and white to red and grey. The flames danced before Harry eyes and he felt some little satisfaction of burning Malfoy's lies. He began to calm down after that, and wandered back into the kitchen where three Weasleys and Hermione were sitting.

Bill appeared later that afternoon, with some news. He had begun to organise Fred's funeral and he'd booked it for a week that day. At the mention of this, everyone's spirits declined dramatically. Harry knew that the funeral had to come soon, but everyone had just started to feel a little better. Bill then went upstairs to tell his parents, and they all sat in silence for what seemed like forever. No one looked at each other, just stared at the floor. When Bill eventually returned to find the silent group, he asked them all to sit down so they could discuss the details. Harry sat very awkwardly at the table sandwiched between Ginny and Hermione. He could tell that Hermione felt just as awkward as he did, they felt like they were intruding where they weren't really wanted, no matter how much the Weasleys' insisted they were. Bill suggested that they hold it in the marquee where he and Fleur had married. George and Ginny nodded in agreement but didn't say anything. Bill looked at a loss.
"I also think that we should ask people to not wear black. I don't think Fred would want that." He added.
"No," George said finally. "Fred always joked about having bright colours everywhere. He hated black, especially the uniform."
"OK, well that's sorted. Fleur said she would do the decorations, Flowers and stuff. I think that for our speaker, we should have Harry."
Everyone looked up at Harry. Harry went pale. Why would Bill want him to speak at Fred's funeral?
"Me? Why me?" Harry whispered feeling very surprised.
"Because Harry, you've known us for years, and I don't think that any of us wants to speak. You gave Fred and George the money to start up their shop, You taught them defence against the dark arts in the DA, I know that Fred really liked you and he probably would have wanted you to say something."
"Please Harry." George said, it sounded like he was pleading with him. His eyes looked full of sadness, and Harry couldn't bring himself to say no.
"Alright." Harry said finally. The group looked relieved, but Harry was secretly panicking. He had no idea what he was going to say and he had just under a week to think of something to sum up Fred's life! But, he had to do it. The Weasley's were counting on him to deliver, so that was what he was going to do.

The conversation drifted towards who to invite, but Harry wasn't really listening. He just nodded his head occasionally, and didn't really notice when Bill got up an announced he had to go home. Harry remained in his seat, thinking over what he was going to say, without much success. Ginny came over and sat next to him when everyone else had left the room. She laced her fingers with Harry's, much to his surprise. He looked at her.
"Thanks for doing this. We really appreciate it. And you're going to be great doing this." She said softly, and then engulfed Harry in a hug. Harry's arms went around her back and he simply held her, drawing hope from the fact she believed in him, he could do this and not goof up. After all, he thought, He had just defeated the greatest evil wizard of all time, making a speech should be nothing compared to that, surely. Ginny gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek and then stood up and went out of the room. Harry sat there, sort of stunned. He'd kissed Ginny before but they'd never really dated, apart from very briefly in 6th year. He wasn't really sure what was going on with them, they'd had a bit of an on and off relationship. But she clearly had feeling for him, which was good enough for the moment, he hardly expected her to be thinking about him, after everything that had happened. He decided to let it go, he was no going to question it. He'd probably already looked too deeply into it. Just then, Hermione popped her head around the door and asked him if they were ready to leave. Harry agreed and stood up to say goodbye to the Weasleys. He had a speech to work on.

Harry sat staring at a piece of paper at 12 Grimmauld Place. He'd been there for over an hour, and he had written nothing. He had no idea where to begin. Even though he'd seen plenty of deaths, he'd only ever been to a few funerals. He couldn't even remember what the speaker at Dumbledore's funeral had said; he'd been too busy thinking about the horcruxes and his disappointment that the locket was a fake and that Dumbledore had died for nothing. A knock at the door startled him and Hermione appeared.
"How's it going?" She inquired, "Oh," she said after noticing the blank piece of paper. Harry looked sheepish. He knew that he had to do this but he had no idea how to begin.
"Need some help?" Hermione asked.
"Yes." Harry replied immediately. "I need an opening, and everything else."
"Well," Hermione began writing.

Later that day, Harry called round at the Tonks' house, to check on Mrs Tonks and Teddy. He'd realised earlier when Hermione was helping write, that no one was organising a funeral for Tonks and Remus. Mrs Tonks would have no time at all, having to look after a month old baby while also grieving the loss of her only daughter. Before Harry could knock, the door opened and Mrs Tonks looked very relieved to see him.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so glad you're here! Please come in." She said very quickly. Harry stepped through the door and Mrs Tonks closed the door behind him.
"I was wondering if you could watch Teddy for a few hours. I have things I really need to sort out and I would be so grateful if you could watch him."
"That's fine, Mrs Tonks. In fact I was wondering if you'd like to make this a regular thing, me babysitting Teddy. I know you have a lot to do and I'd be happy to come over and watch him for a few hours."
"Oh you are an angel Harry! Thank you so much. I'll be back around eight." She said, while she was trying to get her stuff together. "Thank you again!" she said as she walked out the door, leaving Harry in a silent house, which was broken a couple of minutes later by Teddy announcing that he had woken up by screaming. As much as Harry loved his Godson, he knew he was in for a long couple of hours.