A/N: Sorry its a couple days late guys! I've been working.

My Immortal

George's POV

"Talk to me", Angelina said, after sitting in silence with George for what had felt like hours. His family and friends had left them alone in The Burrow, preparing to bury Fred. George sighed, running his hands through his hair.

"I- I don't know if I can do this", he admitted, tears beginning to rim his eyes. Angelina took his hand within her own, holding it tightly as she looked at him.

"I know you can do this. You're so strong, George. I know you are. I'll be with you every step of the way, and so will your family and everyone else", she told him.

"How am I supposed to stand up and speak? What am I meant to say?", he begged for answers as the tears that rimmed his eyes began to fall freely and at a fast pace. Angelina placed the palm of her hand softly against his chest, right on top his heart.

"Whatever's in here; say it", she told him simply.

"But- what if I say the wrong thing? What if I get mad?", he continued to panic.

"You won't, George. It all feels so confusing right now but, it'll come to you when you need it", she smiled softly at him, taking the hand she had placed on his chest and placing it against his cheek. George made eye contact with her as she continued to smile warmly at him. "You can do this", she said. George smiled softly at her before she stood up before him, holding out her hand. "Come on", she said. George took her hand and she lead him out into the Orchard where the funeral would be held.

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Molly and Arthur said a few tearful words as they stood before their family and friends. Charlie, Percy, Ron, Ginny and George sat on the front row. Bill sat just behind them, his fingers entwined with Fleur's. George looked to the back to find Angelina as his time to speak before everyone drew closer. She only smiled softly at him and George felt a surge of confidence rush through his veins. Before he even knew it; his mother sat down in the empty chair next to him, taking his hand within her own.

"Its time, sweetheart", she told him, her eyes red from the tears that had fallen. George squeezed her hand ever so slightly before taking a deep breath and making his way towards the coffin where Fred lay. It was a simple coffin, nothing spectacular. On the top lay an assortment of flowers, along with a few souvenirs from their shop. His eyes turned away from his brother's coffin as the people in front of him caught his attention. He silently scanned each one of their faces. Ginny laid her head on their mother's shoulder as they both cried, hearing their small sobs every now and then. His father looked like he hadn't slept in days as he sat up straight, his hand on Percy's knee, who's eyes were glued to the floor. Ron cried silent tears as Hermione placed her hand on his shoulder from behind, she too was crying silently. And then, George's attention turned to Harry who was sat just behind Ginny. He looked back at George with such sorrow in his eyes and such guilt. There was ten feet between them and yet, George could see the glossiness in his eyes. He suddenly became aware of Fred's letter that was in his pocket as he began searching for it and held it in his hand.

"So, before Fred-", he stopped, forcing himself to say the words. "Before Fred died. He um- he put some stuff in this box. Stuff for today. In the box was a letter. A letter that was meant for me. But it has some messages in it for some of you and I think he'd want me to read them to you", he said, unfolding the letter in his hands. "To mum; he wanted to say that you drive him up the wall- but he loves you so much and he's sorry he wasn't the easiest kid to put up with". George looked for his mother's reaction. She chuckled softly, sniffing as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Dad; he wanted to say he loves you too and that he wouldn't be half the man he became if it wasn't for you. To Bill, Percy and Charlie; you are the best big brothers anyone could ask for, even though Percy gets on his nerves sometimes", George chuckled softly as he heard Percy chuckle along with him. "Ron; you're gonna be alright, and he's proud of you. He also said that if you don't get with Hermione within the next year he's going to haunt you but you've already succeeded in that area so I'll leave that there", George laughed once more. Ron gave a warm smile as Hermione's grip on his shoulder noticeably tightened. "Ginny; he says that he will always be with you no matter what, even though you're already so strong on your own and he loves you to the moon and back". Ginny's small tears turned to streams as she hid her face in her mother's shoulder. George then took a moment, reading over the next message before looking up at Harry when it hit him. Who gave him the right to be so mad at this boy when the one person who should have or might have been mad didn't feel that way at all? "And, the last message is for Harry. Fred wanted you to know that- that its okay. And I want to apologize. I haven't been fair to you at all and I'm sorry, Harry. I think now about how I acted and I think about the ear full I'd get from Fred if he were here and it makes me so angry. You didn't ask for any of this. None of us asked for this. And I understand that now. We knew what we were signing up for, I just never thought- Its just so difficult coming to terms with the fact that I'm never going to see him again. We're never going to invent stuff for the shop together again and we're not going to pull pranks on people anymore. I'm- I'm never going to hear his voice again", his voice broke as he began to cry. George cried hard and he didn't care who was watching or what they were thinking. And then, unexpectedly, Harry stood up from his seat and made his way towards him, instantly throwing his arms around him and hugging him tight. George hugged him back, clinging onto him as if for some sort of forgiveness. "I'm sorry", he sobbed into Harry's shoulder. Harry remained silent as he tightened the embrace. They were then joined by Ginny who had fit herself between them in order to comfort them both. Only short minutes later, Fred Weasley was finally laid to rest as Bill and Charlie set off the fireworks Molly had arranged. They lit up the sky with such beauty and colour as George watched his brother being put into the ground. "I love you, Freddie", he whispered as the top of the coffin disappeared below. He suddenly felt someone's fingers entwining with his own as he turned his head to find Angelina stood beside him. Small tears leaked from her eyes as she watched the fireworks in the sky.

"I'm so proud of you", she said, never taking her eyes away from the fireworks. "He would be too". George brought their hands closer together, squeezing her hand ever so slightly before giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you", he said softly. Angelina gave George her full attention as she smiled warmly at him, the lights from the fireworks brightening her beautiful brown eyes. And in that moment as George looked into the depths of Angelina's eyes, he felt a tiny bit of happiness in his heart, something he hadn't felt for a while.