The sun was shining, but that didn't necessarily mean that people were happy, quite the contrary, it was May 16th 1998, exactly two weeks since Tom Marvolo Riddle (or as he was quite commonly referred to as Lord Voldemort) "died" truth be told, there wasn't enough human left in him to die. To be true, yes they had won the war, but it wasn't a clean victory, many lives had been taken, many friends and foes, some deserved to die (those who made lives for them horrible, or went around killing innocent people), some innocent people who had no part within the war and some died fighting for what they believed in, these people who died fighting for what they believed in are the true heroes. Many of these heroes had families with their loved ones, they also had careers and lives. Many of these heroes who had given their lives for others living in that moment, were well known by members of the Weasley family (some more than others); Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledore, Hedwig, Alastor Moody, Dobby the house elf, Ted Tonks, Colin Creevy, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora "Tonks" Lupin and one of their own Fred Weasley. They didn't quite believe that they had gone yet, it was as if they didn't know how to carry on their lives without them.
Somehow some members of the family were coping better than others, Ron had Hermione, Ginny had Harry and Bill had Fleur whereas Molly and Arthur were distraught and George was devastated beyond words. Today was the day that the Weasley family returned to the Burrow. As the Hogwarts Staff and everyone else wouldn't let them help rebuild Hogwarts anymore, due to their massive contributions to the Battle and the war in general.
The first few days, no one really said or did anything, it wasn't until the next Friday that George emerged from his and Fred's bedroom for a meal, and he only did that because Bill had levitated him to the table, there was a spot set for Fred. There was a massive pile of food for the family laid out on the dining table, Ron stuffed himself full of bacon and for once in his life, he didn't look happy about it.
No one truly got over Fred's death but over time it became easier to cope, just as no one truly got any over any of the other deaths from the war, yet life goes on. Eventually you are able to eat bacon happily again, and while you may carry on with your life, that doesn't mean that you forget those that you have lost along the way.
Let's all take a moment to pay our respects to Richard Griffiths, who brought Uncle Vernon Dursley to life, I honestly cannot think at a better person to have taken the role. I want to thank him for teaching me that there is "No post on Sundays". So please join me in raising my wand for Richard Griffiths.
On a happier note I have written four chapters so yay, if you have any suggestions, PM me, or put it in a review, thanks for reading so far, I have some new stories coming soon too, so check out my profile too. :D
