A/N- Don't own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form.
Chapter Thirty-Six
February 3, 1980
The boys were dressed in their best clothes, as were Molly and Arthur. Today was Louis Jackson's funeral. Molly knew that many people would be there; Louis had been a celebrated Auror, which many people figured was why the Death Eaters went after him. He would be sorely missed throughout the Wizarding world, especially by those who had been close friends, like the Weasley's, especially Arthur. He had one of Louis Jackson's closest friends, and had even been asked to say the eulogy by Amelia.
"He was a good man," He began. "He was always willing to place his life below the lives of others. He saved countless lives from Death Eaters, doing things that most other people wouldn't. He was the kind of man that would run into a burning building to save a complete stranger without anything but the clothes on his back."
"Another thing I can say about Louis Jackson is that he loved his family. He pulled out pictures of little Daniel and showed them off every day. He was proud of his son in every shape and form. And when he and Amelia found out that they were expecting, the whole Ministry knew within minutes. He went around handing out those Muggle cigars whether he liked you or not," he said, to laughter. "And the people Louis didn't like were few and far between. Louis liked most everybody, and most everybody liked Louis."
"Louis would do anything to be here for the birth of his child, and I know it," Arthur continued. "I know that he'll be looking down on his wife and children and keeping them safe. He was the kind of man that would never let anyone or anything harm his family. Louis Michael Jackson was a great man," he finished and went back to his seat, wiping his eyes.
"Daddy?" George asked when he sat down.
"Yes, son?" Arthur answered.
"Will you watch down on us from Heaven if you go there?" George asked, looking up at his father.
"You can bet on that, son. You can bet on that."