A/N: So I'm starting a new story…again. Thanks for all of your reviews and support of my past stories. Another experiment, since I've never done anything about Fred or George or something that focuses on one of them. So, this is it.

Hope you comment on this.

DISCLAIMER: don't own anything but the plot

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Ron looked up. The sun was bright, just as his mother predicted it to be. At that moment, he didn't know what to feel. He had felt excitement on his first year when they were aimlessly going through the forbidden corridor, adventure when he and Harry flew with the car when he was at his second year, felt the joy of friendship on his third year, the pang of jealousy on his fourth year because of Harry joining the tournament, the thrill and tension on his fifth year when they saw Voldemort actually come back, the confusion at his sixth year as a teenager caught between so much, and so much he couldn't understand now that he was seventeen turning eighteen soon too.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Harry asked. Ron just nodded as he stared blankly across the field. Harry sighed. "Fred was a really nice guy," he said, but he also couldn't find words to comfort himself even as he said it. He knew nothing would bring Fred back anyway.

Sunny days seem to hurt the most

"Harry," whispered Ron. Harry looked at him. "What does it feel when a family member dies? I know you know since you lost your parents long before." Ron didn't even know why he'd ask Harry this. He just felt confused. "Never mind me asking, mate." He looked over to George who hadn't eaten anything since that night Fred was killed. "It seems to be hurting George the most. I can understand that."

Harry nodded. "George had never gone anywhere without Fred." He didn't want to look at George, knowing how crushed he must be right now. Harry looked up. The sun seemed very irritating, since it's shining brightly but everyone he knew is upset.

Mrs. Weasley walked over to the casket containing Fred's body. She ran her fingers. "He was still a baby," she whispered. Mr. Weasley placed his arm around her. Mrs. Weasley turned and cried on his shoulder. "I never told him often enough how much I'm proud of him. I am very proud of Fred," she sobbed.

Mr. Weasley rubbed her back softly. "I know he knew that, Molly," he whispered back, comforting her. His eyes fell on the casket. Fred's face looked so satisfied. Maybe he died knowing that the war would be over, knowing that his death would not be in vain.

Harry dug his hands into his pocket. He couldn't bear to look at his friends. His eyes skimmed through the place in search for Ginny. He found her sitting on a rock, facing the opposite direction from Fred's coffin. Ginny and Fred shared their thoughts from time to time with each other. It was Fred who first taught her how to mount a broom when she was younger. Harry walked over to her. Ginny's eyes were filled with tears.

Wear the pain like a heavy coat

"The burial is going to start soon," Harry whispered. He sat beside Ginny who leaned on his shoulder. Harry placed his arm around her. Ginny sobbed. Harry had never seen her break down like this. He knew her to be a strong girl. But this was understandable. Fred was her brother.

Ron walked over to George. "You all right?" he asked. George nodded. Ron tried to avoid George's eyes. "I'm sure going to miss Fred, although he always teases me. I'm going to miss those noises you make at night." Ron sort of smiled. "I'll miss those times he'd tell stories about famous Beaters saying one day he'd be like them, rich and famous."

George nodded. "He always said that to me." Ron knew he wouldn't feel the pain George was feeling. "Fred's always making people laugh and smile. He's the one who always gets me going, making those jokes and all." He looked at Fred's casket. "He always finds a joke in everything he does to. He rarely sees anything as misfortune. When we left Hogwarts to build that joke shop, I was not too confident about it, but Fred was. He said we could do anything we set our mind too."

The brother's felt a breeze pass them. George blinked. Ron suddenly said, "I bet if he was seeing us right now he'd probably be making a joke and laughing." He felt tear trickle down his eyes. "He'd be making the joke during dinner and we'd all be laughing again. Maybe he'd joke about the war as well." Ron wiped his tears from his face.

Hermione stood beside Percy who couldn't believe how his time with his brother Fred is so short-lived. Hermione looked at the pain in his eyes; the remorse he was feeling was evident. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Percy leaving had affected Fred more than George and Percy knew that perfectly well. He looked at Fred's casket aimlessly.

The official burial soon started. George delivered the eulogy. He made jokes and there, causing some of the teary-eyed attendees so smile or laugh a bit. Soon, George's eyes turned red, but no tears fell. He tried to hold them back as he spoke about his twin brother, a part of him more than anyone else in the family.

"He'd probably be laughing right now, writing up a joke for dinner if he saw us. Ron said that a while ago and I guess he's right," said George thoughtfully. "Fred's always been the type to go for laughter rather than tears when sadness comes. Every time I laugh, I'll remember his silly face, making another joke or conspiring up another plan." George looked around. "When I see laughter, I'll never forget his smiling face." He looked at his mother. "I remember how many times he'd day he knew how much Mum would be proud of him if he's successful, no matter in what way. He believes Mum loves us that much." Mrs. Weasley bawled. "He always said how he dreamed to be anything, as long as he's having fun doing it and he can find a joke or two about it." George voice broke. Tears finally fell down from his eyes.

Ginny cried as George delivered the eulogy. She pictured Fred dancing around the field, making her smile again. She knew how much Fred hated it to see them sad so he'd try to make them laugh and smile. She could see that George was broken without Fred. She knew how much he's missing him right now standing there and talking about Fred.

After the burial, the Weasleys had to go home. No one seemed to want to leave Fred there. George stood still, looking intently at his brother's grave. Ron couldn't bear seeing George so sad. He turned and Apparated away.

George took one last look at Fred's grave. He slowly pulled out his brother's picture from his pocket and looked at it. Fred's smile and his waving made him tremble, feeling bitter at reality. "Good-bye, Fred," he whispered as he placed the photo back to his pocket and Apparated away.

I feel you everywhere I go

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A/N: How was that? Please leave a comment! Thanks!