George woke up around 9:38. He still couldn't get over Fred's death, and he was hoping it was all either a nightmare or a very bad joke. The calendar, charmed to rip off the days gone by, said it was May 5. Written on their in black was a bit of tiny cursive saying 'Funeral'. George just felt worse reading this; today was the day Fred's death would be finalized. He got up and got dressed.

"George?" Ginny was knocking on his door. He ignored her. She entered anyway.

"Breakfast is ready. Are you coming?" He nodded.

"Breakfast, and the funeral?" He nodded again. Ginny left.

All throughout breakfast, George was wondering why it had to be Fred. Why not both of them, or neither? He thought it seemed selfish to hope he should die, though, because then Fred would be going through all this. Maybe even worse. Maybe he'd be locked up in the insanity ward at St. Mungo's with the Longbottoms. He barely tasted the bacon and eggs as he thought all this.

"I quite agree. What about you, George?" Apparently Ron had been talking about something and wanted his opinion. George just stared at him.

"Do you think the food is good?" Ron asked. George just nodded halfheartedly.

"Anyways, as I was going to mention a minute ago, the cauldron bottoms are getting better…" Percy was saying, somehow knowing that George didn't want to (and couldn't) talk.

George finished his food and headed upstairs. These people didn't understand. They didn't even seem to notice Fred was dead! Well, of course Percy wouldn't. He seemed to hate Fred, and to him, he was gone years ago. But Ron should miss him! At least Ginny seemed sad, though not sad enough. After the funeral, he'd just stay in his room, George decided. He probably wouldn't be missed.

"Time to go, George!" Molly called up. He went downstairs and to the fireplace. This might be a problem. If he couldn't talk, how could he use Floo powder?

"Aprocodes Funeral Center!" Ron said loudly, and George realized that he and his mom were the only ones left.

"George, is something wrong?" George just glared at her. Of course something was wrong!

"I mean, besides Fred's death." George shook his head. He was still upset she could talk about it so casually when she should be taking it almost as hard as George. He was her own son, for goodness sakes!

"You haven't spoken since you talked to Fred on the day of the Final Battle." George nodded.

"Why?" George shrugged.

"Can you talk?" George shook his head.

"Oh. Well, I guess you can just Apparate there. You know where it is, right?" George shook his head again.

"Just go to the campsite where the Quidditch World Cup is," George nodded, "And walk about one mile north." George nodded and mouthed 'okay'. Molly left.

George sighed. He wasn't sure he was feeling up to this. He remembered his plan to stay in his room. George decided to go get some non-perishable food and bring it up. Unfortunately, there wasn't a charm to make food imperishable, so he couldn't get just anything. Once he had a good amount up there, he Apparated to the campsite. He then used the four-point spell so he knew which way was north and set out.

It was about 20 minutes later when he saw the outline of the funeral place. It had a large, beautiful landscape. He saw his family as he got closer. He started to run, as he was probably late. Everyone was there. Not just the family, minus Muriel, but also Angelina, Lee, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Xenophilius Lovegood, Neville, and every teacher they ever had, except the bad ones like Elliott and Snape.

"Good day to you all. I am Renaldo Garcia, and we are here today to honor Fred Weasley." A Mexican man was saying, but George hardly listened to the speech that followed. Everyone started to go up and make their own speech eventually, starting with Molly, and then everyone except George, ending with Lee. George just sat there, staring into space. Not even crying with everyone else. He didn't even find it funny how McGonagall was crying and had her hair down, nor how Percy was sitting so stiffly, and his eyes didn't appear to move much. It was just not interesting to attend a funeral when you're this sad, even if it was your first time. If it was just McGonagall or someone, he could find it very interesting and maybe funny, but then, Fred would have to be there.

As soon as Renaldo Garcia cast a charm on the coffin to make it Apparate itself to the Burrow, George Apparated himself home, glancing at his family for the last time for a long time.

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