A/N: Hey guys, so as promised, another chapter! Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed, added alerts and favourited my story, it means so much to me! This chapter is the follow on from the funeral, it isnt a traditional wake, because I wanted the Weasley brothers to do some bonding! It is from George's POV. I hope you like it, if not tall me and I will happily change it for you. Please remember any ideas are welcome!
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Disclaimer:- Still not mine. Therefore the ownership still belongs to JKR!

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As George watched his parents saying their last words to their son, the reality of the situation hit him. Up to now he managed to convince himself that Fred wasn't really gone, that he was going to jump up laughing at the joke, but now seeing his parents crying openly in front of them the truth of the situation hit home. He watched each of his brothers paying their last respects; Charlie was not even trying to hide his tears and was practically holding Percy up. Ron was standing with Harry and Hermione, one on each side, Bill was with Fleur, both standing close together and Ginny had kept to her promise and hadn't left George's side since coming down from his room.

"Ginny go on. I need to do this on my own." She looked up at him strangely as if trying to analysis weather or not he could cope on his own but she didn't question him.

"Okay, I'll see you back at the house"

He watched her go forward placing a kiss on her fingertips and gently placing it on the tombstone before walking back to the Burrow. George didn't move straight away instead he took in the surroundings around him, looking anywhere apart from the grave placed slightly to his right. Finally he gathered in enough courage to look at his twins' final resting place and started to walk towards it. He smiled slightly at the engraving on the black marble tombstone which read:

Frederick Septimus Weasley

1 April 1978- 2 May 1998

Beloved Son, Brother and Friend

I solemnly swear I am up to no good (1)

Always and forever.

He didn't feel that he need to say anything, he never seemed to, and Fred always knew what he was going to say. He allowed himself to fill up with emotion he felt; complete sadness, aloneness, anger and guilt. Every one tearing away slowly at his heart in different directions. He felt guilty for allowing his brother to die, for the way he has been acting since the battle and for not having a funeral which reflected and celebrated Fred's life. With that last thought in his mind, he slowly backed away from his brother's grave and headed for the Burrow.

He had so many thoughts whirling around his head that as he approached the Burrow he didn't notice the lack of people. He headed straight for his brothers, Harry and Hermione who were sitting in a group in the garden. George sat down next Charlie and looked at his brothers, each all lost in their own thoughts and grief.

How long they sat there in silence George didn't know, it wasn't until Percy spoke that he realised the sun was beginning to lower in the sky.

"I know this must sound strange but I feel like a weight has been taken off my shoulders. I actually feel like I could laugh again"

"Percy? Did you ever laugh? From what I remember from where we were younger you never laughed at anything, not even when you turned Bill's hair green, but I know what you mean"

"Yes Charlie, that's because he spilt inks all over my story. I am surprised you remember that"

Soon after they all fell into silence, and George noticed the lack of his people.

"Where's Mum, Dad, Ginny and all the guests?"

"Mum, Dad and Ginny all went to bed and the guests left after the service they wanted to get back to their families."

"Oh. I suppose that makes sense"

As the darkness descended on them so did the quiet. It wasn't a awkward quiet, George found that for once in their lives, his brothers and him didn't have to say anything, they all knew how one other were feeling.

He watched each of them; Bill, who seemed to look aged, his scares glittering in the moonlight, trying to be strong for the rest of them but his face gave his pain away. Charlie, who had changed out of his dress robes into jeans and a black tee-shirt, trying not to show his guilt. Percy, who seemed not to be sure whether he should be there. Ron, who looked tired with dark shadows under his eyes, too thin, it looked painful, who hadn't really spoken since shouting at Ginny at Hogwarts. George then turned his gaze onto Harry and Hermione who looked hopeless, not sure what to do help their friend and his family, they too looked tired and thin, with all three of the trio sporting new scares.

"I think I am going to go to bed. It's been a long day" in George's opinion Hermione's voice sounded exhausted and horse, he, along with his brothers gave her friendly nod. She bent down to gently kiss Ron and gave Harry a hug before retreating back towards the house.

"Maybe we should all go, she's right, it's been a long tiring day." Bill's voice had acquired his authority tone which always took over when he used to babysit or take control indicating that no one should argue. They all muttered their agreement and slowly got up and headed for the house, everyone expect Ron, who had decided to stay out a little longer, refusing Charlie's suggestions that he stay down with him, in George's opinion Charlie's attempts to babysit his youngest brother, something he knew Ron didn't want or need.

"Charlie come on, I don't want you waking me up when you coming in to sleep" George watched his brother huff and walk over to join George as they headed into the house for another night of restless sleep.

A/N: (1) From Harry Potter and the Prisioner of Azkaban, pass to reveal the Marauders Map.