My final chapter! Thankyou so much for waiting and I apologise for the insane amount of time it took to write but I hope you'll agree that it's a good one. By the way its the same day from different points of view.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I own my OC's.

~Chapter 25. We cry manly tears~

Freya POV

I held Charlotte's hand as we walked towards the cemetery not too far from the Burrow. I was well past the age of needing my older sister to hold my hand but it felt comforting to know she was there.

"You saw this coming." She said quietly.

It wasn't really a question but I answered anyway. "Yes."

She didn't say anything for a few moments, staring ahead to the crowd that was gathering.

"Was it always going to be him?"

"No, not always."

"Did we ever come close...you know...to us all surviving."

I didn't answer her. "Do you hate me, for not telling you?"

She looked at me then, really looked and for the first time in the past few weeks she smiled.

"I could never hate you for the powers you have. We all have burdens to carry. We think because we have magic nothing bad can ever touch us but its lies, Freya. After all, we're still human."

George POV

I saw Ivy before I saw Ellie. Sunglasses covered her eyes but I could see the tears streaking down her face. I doubted any of this was doing her pregnancy any favours—it was the fourth funeral she'd attended for those who died in the battle.

"You look terrible." I said.

"Sorry about the glasses, I didn't want to wear them but, you know."

"Well if anyone tries to pick a fight, redirect them to me alright?"

She paused for a few moments and then said, "It'll be ok. I don't know how, I don't know when but I just know it'll be ok."

Deep down I believed her, deep down I knew that it would be ok again but all I could think about was the fact that Fred was dead. There was no happily ever after for him, no 'it will all work out in the end', no dream wedding or perfect family. For Fred, it was all over and him being my twin, it was all over for me too.

"Yeah, it'll be ok…eventually."

I gave her a hug and said I'd meet her inside.

"Oh, Ivy gets a hug and I get what exactly."

Ellie had a smile on her face but it didn't look right, it was a little shaky and didn't quite meet her eyes, which were like the last embers of a flame. I gave her a hug and felt the warmth seep into me, making me feel a little better.

"Don't forget that I love you."

"That's the second time you've implied—"

"We should go in." Charlotte said rather abruptly.

Ellie gripped my hand and we walked in behind Charlotte. The entire church was full—everyone there being, friends, family and classmates. The three of us sat in the front seats with the rest of my relatives and Ellie and Charlotte sat on either side of me.

There were prayers and magical blessings and then the speeches. I was the first to go up with my tribute to Fred.

"Words can't really describe Fred, people who knew him well can't really sum him up with words or actions so I won't talk for long. Fred will always be my brother, my twin and my best friend, no matter where he is. Every challenge, every adventure and every battle he fought alongside me until the end. He was everything I am and everything I wanted to be. His life was exciting and mischievous and amazing and I'm sure wherever he is now, his experiences will be just the same. So think of your fondest memory of Fred and remember him like that, happy."

I stepped down and Charlotte and Ellie said their own words. Then Flis started strumming her guitar and sang Run. I let the words flow around me and comfort me, barely noticing that everyone was walking outside.

Charlotte walked back over to Ellie and I after looking closing the coffin.

"You're so calm." She said to Ellie as we walked outside.

"It's a Corem thing. We don't think of death the same way as other people, we believe that it's a continuous stream, a continuous never ending circle. If Ivy wasn't pregnant she wouldn't be so emotional, its just one of those things that rub off in the blood."

"Surprisingly optimistic for your lot." I smiled.

"Yes. Surprisingly."

Slower, slower, we don't have time for that, I just want to find an easier way, to get out of our little heads.

Charlotte POV

I left Freya with Mrs Weasley, who gave us both hugs before rushing off with Freya close behind. Ellie leaned against the rough iron gates of the church and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Never thought I'd get so much wear out of this dress." She muttered.

"Never thought I'd even wear this dress."

She fiddled with the folds of her dress. It was black lace on top and sequins at the bottom, she wore matching lace tights and black ankle boots.

We talked for a few minutes before I brought up a rather touchy subject for Ellie.

"You spoken to Flis?" I asked.

"Not yet."

"Do you think you ever will?"

A little extra heat trickled from her body. "I don't know, I really don't. I don't know a lot of things right now."

"Its because of Fred isn't it. If he wasn't—if he hadn't—if he was still—"

"Its not just because of Fred, it could've been anyone. It's the pressure of everything associated with staying and Charlotte, I'm not that girl. I can't be that girl. I don't want to get married and have a family and live in a perfect little house. I'm not that girl."

"You need to talk to George, before you leave."

"I'm not leaving forever Charlotte. I just need to clear my head, sort my life out."

"So then you'll tell George?"

Ellie looked away and her gaze flickered over to where her sister, Ivy, stood with George.

"Speak of the handsome devil…" She smiled, walking away.

"If you wanted to know how a person could be reckless yet caring and cruel yet loving then all you had to do was look at Fred. Most of you here knew Fred as a friend, a relative or a classmate but you didn't know him as well as he knew you. Every prank, every joke, every trick, was meticulously planned and tailored to fit its victim. Every idea, though it seemed random and irrelevant, had a meaning and a purpose. He was so inspiring, so brilliant in everything he did that he made me want to be the same. There will never be anyone like him and his time here was too short but I will always love him and you will always love him. And he will always, always be alive in ours hearts."

I closed my eyes against the tears as I sat back down and Ellie went up to speak. When she was finished we went and said our final goodbyes to Fred.

I touched my fingers to my lips and pressed them onto his. "Goodbye Fred, sleep tight."

Have heart my dear, we're bound to be afraid, even if it's just for a few days, making up for all this mess.

I laid my bouquet of flowers on his grave and filled all the little potted plants with water. I stepped back and allowed everyone else to do their thing. A few minutes later the congregation dispersed and only George, Ellie and I remained.

We talked for a while with George and I standing side by side and Ellie gazing off into the distance.

"I think I'm going to go traveling, just for a year."

George sighed. "Don't feel like you have to go."

"You know I've always wanted to own a wand shop well I thought I'd spend the year looking for rare wand cores."

"And then you'll come back? We'd always planned to live in the apartment above the shop."

"Yeah that'll be—" I trailed off and stared behind George.

"What?" George said slowly.

Ellie POV

Ivy walked ahead whilst I stayed behind to talk to Charlotte. She hugged me tight when she saw me, tears running down her face.

"I don't feel like I'll ever be the same again." She tugged at her dress which was a v-neck silky black number that skimmed her knees.

"It comes in waves doesn't it—the anger, the depression, the denial."

"I don't know what I feel at the moment, everything is jumbled, I just know that Fred is dead and nothing is right."

"You don't ever get over losing someone you love but eventually you accept it and live in a state of almost happiness." I pondered.

I walked up to the stand and spoke into the mic, trying not to cry.

"A lot of you knew Fred as one of the twins, part of the Hogwarts double act but I feel proud to have known him as an individual. Whenever any of us lost our way, he was the one who redirected us, whenever we felt down he'd cheer us up. He was the hero that we all admired and so desperately wanted to be. He was the shoulder to lean on and the smile on my face during exams. Sure he was Fred Weasley, the trouble maker but he was also Fred Weasley, the most amazing friend anyone could ask for. And even though we can't see him, I'm sure he's somewhere out there having a good old laugh about how miserable we all look right now. So smile—for Fred."

As I said my goodbyes to Fred, I looked at where his eyes would usually been sparkling brightly.

To think I might not see those eyes, makes it so hard not to cry, but as we say our long goodbye, I nearly do…

If someone was flying over us at that moment they would have seen three people pretending. Three children pretending that they knew what would happen next, pretending that they were adults, pretending that they knew about the world. Truth be told, we weren't adults, we weren't ready—for anything. Our whole lives we'd been dressing up in our parents' clothes and playing grown ups but we were still so young and afraid.

I looked at George and gave him a half-smile.

"I'm glad that when I walked into your compartment all those years ago, you didn't send me away to sit with a load of ditzy first years."

"I'm glad that you didn't take one look at Fred and I and run off to those ditzy first years screaming."

He gave me a comforting kiss on the cheek and squeezed my hand. I squeezed back and then let go so I could stand a little further up. He turned and faced Charlotte and I took that as my golden opportunity.

I don't know why I did it then. In years to come people would analyze that point in history and still not know why that was the moment I chose to leave.

I back up a bit and then walked further and further away and soon I was standing on the hill overlooking the cemetery. Then with the sun setting behind me, I disapparated and didn't come back.

Light up, light up, as if you have a choice, even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear.

If someone had told me nearly seven years ago that everything I had ever known was a lie then maybe I would have ended it all at that point. Then again if someone had told me that I would fall in love, find happiness and walk away from it all then maybe dying wouldn't have been a bad idea. But life and death are so insignificant compared to the miracles you can achieve with love.

And so if someone had told me all those years ago that I would learn the most powerful magic of all then maybe, just maybe I would have took their word for it and gone along with the adventure.

Ok so that is then end of Flight of Fire. Thank you to everyone who has read from beginning to end, I love you guys. Please please, SUBSCRIBE and REVIEW!

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