Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.
Author's Note- This chapter is about the funerals. I'm definitely not the best at emotional scenes so please bear with me.
I have only been to one funeral in my life (My grade on teacher had Leukaemia and died one week before her wedding) but I didn't want to skip this part by saying they already passed it.
Also let us make a very happy belated birthday to Mr. Harry James Potter and Ms. Jo Rowling!
The funerals went by quickly. The only ones left to go to were Fred's, Remus's and Tonks, and Colin's.
Today was the day of Fred's funeral. Everyone was getting ready in the respectable black colour. The trio, Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had some doubts about the colour. They had thought that he would've wanted it to be cheerful colours.
Once they were all dressed, they waited for George to come into the Great Hall. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had warned them all that George was taking it the worst. All he did was mope around, not even attempting to make a joke.
Five minutes had passed when George showed up wearing orange dress robes and a goofy smile plastered on his face.
"George?" Mrs. Weasley asked timidly.
"Morning, mum." He said cheerfully.
"Well, we better get this over with, but before we do… I just have to wait for Angelina."
Mrs. Weasley nodded and they got settled to wait for Angelina.
She showed up two and half minutes later dressed in a black dress. George offered his arm to her, which she had taken immediately.
They all gave them their own look.
Harry with his eyebrow raised.
Ron with an almost smile playing across his lips.
Hermione with a knowing look.
Ginny with a dull twinkle in her eyes.
Mrs. Weasley with a slightly happy look on her face.
And,
Mr. Weasley with a half-proud smile on his face.
George took a deep breath and started walking towards the door of the humongous castle.
They walked in silence to Hogsmeade, with the occasional cough breaking it and the shattered pieces of the quietness picking themselves up and rebuilding itself once more.
When they reached the funeral home, they all (except for George and Angelina) looked for the casket that was supposed to be carrying Fred, but to their suspicion and horror, the casket was nowhere to be seen.
George sensing their emotions quickly explained why his twin wasn't there.
(A/N- I read this in a fic and I was just so tempted to use it, so if you're the original person who thought of it, I hope you don't mind, but if you do, just tell me and I will change it.)
"Before you get too worried, let me explain why he isn't in a casket."
George waited for their attention which he was given instantly.
He pulled out a red and blue firecracker and said, "I made him into a firework since he always wanted to make people happy. I just know he would have wanted this."
He looked nervously at his parents, waiting for their reaction.
His mother gave him a watery smile and responded with, "You're right, George. He would have." While his father pulled him into a hug and whispered, "Thanks."
Mr. Weasley let go of his son and walked over to one of the benched and sat down.
"Do the Funeral Directors know about this?" Ron asked.
"They do, and they have returned your money into the vault." He added the last part to his mum and dad.
The music started playing a muggle rock song.
Yes I understand
That every life must end
Uh-huh
"But I still let dad have his muggle music."
Time passed until people filled the building. An ocean of black could be seen on one side of the home, the same for the other side as well, with the exception of the orange speck.
The minister came up to the Podium.
"We are gathered here today to honour the memory of Fredrick Fabian Weasley…"
When the time came to let the friends and family speak, the minister left the podium and George stood up and began his journey to the stand.
No one said anything or gave him a weird look when they saw what he was wearing, they knew George.
He scrunched up his eyebrows and started: "Fred was constantly trying to make people laugh. He was always causing trouble around the house, the shop, and when he was there, the castle.
Fred was my more than my twin, he was my other half. He always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down, and the same with his other siblings and friends.
He was extremely loyal to family, friends, even enemies. If they needed him, he was there.
I'm going to miss him more than anyone could imagine, but I know I have to say, goodbye, Fred."
"Goodbye, Freddie." Mrs. Weasley whispered, a tear slowly making its way down her face.
Author's Note- Short, but all my chapters are…
The song of the chapter is related to this chapter.
Song of the Chapter- Just Breath- Pearl Jam
HAPPY THURSDAY!
~BrookPotter