Day 25: Genre: Spiritual
A/N: This is a bit of a companion to the story from Day 23. You do not need to read that one to understand this one, but if you've read both, you'll definitely see the connection between them. That said, I'm not sure if I did a good job with this genre, but this is what I thought of and I thought it was too good of an idea to ignore!
It was a surreal experience for him to watch his own funeral from another plane of existence and to see the people he loved in mourning.
Mourning. For him. Fred.
This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to die when he was only twenty, and he certainly was not supposed to leave behind his brothers and his sister and his parents. He wasn't done yet. He wasn't done playing jokes and causing trouble. There were still things he needed to do.
He looked to his little sister standing before his grave, watching as they shoveled dirt atop his coffin. She was crying, and Fred could almost feel his heart breaking as he observed. Ginny wasn't supposed to be the one to break down and cry. Not her, not the strong one. She was supposed to be the one to stand tall and to not lose herself in grief.
Fred turned away from the scene. In his heart, he could feel the pain that his family felt and he was able to sense when his brothers engulfed Ginny into a comforting embrace. Somehow, he knew what everyone was doing and how everyone was feeling, even without looking.
It was with that sense and that knowledge that he knew they'd move on eventually. He knew that George would survive and that Ginny would return to normal soon enough. His family would always miss him, and they would never forget him, but they would all heal once they were able to.
Time would heal all of their wounds as soon as they let it.