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Arthur looked over his children (bar Percy who was needed at the Ministry) and Hermione, Harry and Fleur all seated at the Kitchen table. It had been a get your own breakfast situation at the burrow that morning Arthur insisting that Molly try and get some rest.
"Right, we have to work out the funeral today. Not something I ever wanted to have to do." He stated looking at George who had come out of his room to take a seat next to Harry. "The celebrant is coming around at 1pm to talk about how we want it to run. We've been allowed the time slot of 1pm on Tuesday. The Ministry has tried to organize all of the services so that people can attend most of them. There are a few that are going to be private. But there wasn't much private about Fred, so I think we will let anyone who wants to say goodbye come along."
Everyone nodded. "Don't we need Mum for this conversation?" Bill asked. Knowing his mother would want a say.
"She's looking at photos." Arthur shook his head. "I don't think it is helping. She's trying to find one of Fred where he's not being an idiot."
"Mum always will try for the impossible." Charlie shook his head. "She always was convinced there was some sense in the twins."
"I'll have you know we ran a very good business before we had to go into hiding because of the war. It made us quite rich." George looked at his brothers. "And we had a right laugh on the way as well."
Arthur looked at George who would still look fine to anyone that didn't know him but had seemed to lose a huge spark with the loss of his twin. "Right I want you all to say what you would like to see at the funeral and we'll see what we can do. I got a letter saying this morning that all the basic costs are going to be covered by the ministry, and I thought we could also work out some of the small things so that they are done for you mother."
Harry was pleased to hear that things were well under way for his trust fund to help out the families of those who died.
"Like what?" Ron asked.
"Like which of you will be pallbearers, who is going to speak, if you want anything special. Just remember that your mother, I and George have the right to veto anything we don't think is appropriate."
Charlie and Bill looked at each other. "And we suppose you and Mum have to right to shot down anything George wants as well?" Charlie asked turning to look at George, followed by everyone else looking from George to Arthur.
"I've talked to you mother and we agree that this is a special case. All care will be taken that we listen to and respect George's wishes. But Molly also needs you all to know that this is serious. We are saying goodbye to one of our own, and she doesn't want it turning into an advertising show for Weasley's Wizarding Weezes."
"But it has to have something of that in it. The Shop was Fred's life. His dream." Bill protested.
Arthur nodded at her. "I agree. But we would like anything to be done tastefully. We were thinking about maybe some special fireworks at the end."
Ron who had been starring at his Dad shook his head. "How can we not talk about the shop, and all Fred's pranks? I mean that's just about all the twins ever did. Well all I remember of my childhood with them seems to be embarrassing tricks they played on me."
George smiled at his younger brother. "Poor Roni-kins." He muttered. Then paused before starting again. "Dad's right Fred was more than that though. We both were." He looked around all the faces at the table. "I suppose its good Perce had to work this morning. He really is putting in an effort but I have to say not only was Fred fun and a funny guy, but he cared. He loved his family, and was loyal to them. He fought for what was right. It was Fred who suggested we fund Potterwatch. It was his idea to hire a forgery witch to make fake papers for muggleborns. He supported my idea to run an underground for muggleborns and magical creatures." George looked at his family. "We may have been running a very successful joke shop on the outside. But 90% of our earnings has gone back into the war effort. It was our duty, our legacy to fight for what our uncles Mum's brothers and Harry's parents died for…..for what this family has always stood for, equality in the wizarding world." George finished, looking a bit sheepish. "I'll get off my soap box now." He mumbled.
Harry couldn't help but notice the wide open eyes and mouths of most of the people at the table. He had always known there was something deeper to the twins. But even he was impressed.
"Oh Geroge." Hermione whispered. "You were both so brave."
Charlie leaned across from where he was sitting and gave George's hand a squeeze. "Working with Dragons is starting to sound like a piece of cake when I compare it to what I just heard, and what Ron achieved this year."
Bill nodded. "I've been so worried about you all, and I have to say that I even with trying to protect my younger siblings the four youngest have all played a huge part in winning this latest war."
Ginny who had been silent up until now looked up at George half smiling. "Without George and Fred the underground at Hogwarts would never have survived. They funded us, gave us things for free. They took people into hiding from the Hogshead. Using their Hogsmeade shop as a cover." She paused looking around. "How could none of you have known this?" She asked.
Arthur who had been studying George throughout his speech nodded his head tears streaming down his face. "I think…" He paused trying to compose himself. "I think that's just the kind of thing your mother would love to hear at the funeral."
George nodded. "I want it to be known. Not just the silly side of Fred. I've asked Harry to talk as well. Fred would have liked that. He thought the world of Harry."
Arthur nodded his head again, looking at Harry who just him a quick nod back. "Bill can I ask you to give the formal run down of Fred's life, I'm sure that George, Harry, and maybe Lee Jordan can fill us in on the pranks and more about those wonderful things we've just heard. I'm not sure about just letting anyone speak. I'll talk to Molly about that. Now pallbearers? We were thinking of cause of you five boys and well maybe Harry, or Lee. I want to stay at Molly's side."
Harry was surprised when Ginny jumped to her feet. He looked up at her, and knew that she wasn't about to protest something. I was almost as if steam would start pouring out of her ears any moment. Then to his surprise things in the Kitchen started to shake.
"So what am I? Not worthy? Not a big enough part of this family to carry my brother's coffin?" She growled at her father.
Harry looked around wondering just what was happening as a mug that was shaking on the table moved bit by bit until it fell off the table and smashed on the ground.
Bill, Charlie and Ron all stood up as well, and moved around the table towards Ginny.
"I'm sure that's not what Dad meant." Charlie stated, with a soft voice.
"Of course you're important, and you're right you aren't any different from us because you are a girl." Bill added.
"Calm down Gin, there's too many people in here for this sort of temper." Ron said placing an arm around her. "But your right, you should be the sixth pallbearer. Fred would have liked that."
"Now Gin dear take a deep breath." Arthur looked up at his daughter. "Of course you can be the extra pallbearer. I should have asked you first. I just didn't think."
Harry still wasn't sure what was happening but all the Weasley's seemed to be on edge even George was looking a little awed up at Ginny. While Molly was dashing down the stairs, "What on earth is going on down here? Whose gotten Ginny so upset and angry that she going to blow up my Kitchen."
George nudged Harry's arm. "We've always told you she had a temper. Did we ever tell you she blew-up rooms in the house a few times as a toddler when she wasn't allowed to be one of the boys?"
Ginny who was taking deep breathes and had closed her eyes looked like she was trying to concentrate. "I'm sor….sorry." She stammered.
Slowly things stopped shaking, and the magical air in the Kitchen returned to normal.
Hermione was looking wide eyed at Ginny then glanced at Harry. "Wow that's some powerful magic." She muttered.
"We're all a little tense. It's understandable that some things could get out of hand. But let's try and keep the house in one piece." Bill patted Ginny on the shoulder. "Why don't you and Harry take a walk, then maybe you can both catch a bit more sleep before we meet with the celebrant."
Ginny nodded looking to Harry, a little like she was scared of what she might find in his face. Harry stood up. "That would be nice we can go and visit my bodyguards." He joked offering his hand to Ginny.
Ginny let out a deep breath before taking his hand and walking out the Kitchen door with him. "That's right, you, Ron and Hermione are on house arrest." She shook her head. "And just when I would like nothing more than to go on a good fly."
Harry squeezed her hand. "As soon as we get a chance we are going to go and buy the best brooms money can buy, even though I'm scared that if you have a firebolt as well you might just turn out to be a better flyer than me."
Ginny nodded at him, and they walked silently around the house. Making sure to stay well within the wards, Ginny stayed quiet, Harry half surprised she hadn't argued over the fact he had pretty much just offered to buy her a firebolt. It took about 5 minutes for her to talk.
"I'm sorry inside. I normally have it under control." She half mumbled. "I wouldn't have done it you know, blown up the Kitchen."
"Well I didn't know what was happening. So hey for all I knew it was an earthquake." Harry tried to make light of it.
"Oh, Merlin." Ginny sighed. "I haven't caused that much magical energy without meaning too for at least ten years. Fred always called it the Ginny factor. I miss him. It just doesn't seem right."
Harry squeezed her hand. "He'll always be remembered."
Ginny nodded. "It's not that I wouldn't think it was right if you were a pallbearer. But…"
Harry stopped, and pulled her around to face him. "You don't need to explain it to me. He was your brother."
Ginny just stared at him for a minute before shaking her head. "Thanks." She eventually said.
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