The light was gone, thank Merlin, but now there was something much worse. My funeral. Mum was sobbing into dad's chest while he cried into her hair. George was at my casket whispering final words to my dead body. It was odd seeing someone who was usually so happy crying. Emily put an invisibility charm on herself and walked forward as I followed closely behind. I had almost never seen Ron cry, but now...I almost felt bad for teasing him so much. I walked up to George. I wanted to do something, anything. He had to know I was here.

"George?" I said. He didn't respond. I tried to touch him. Maybe that would let him know I was here. He shuddered, but it was probably with a fresh wave of tears. I, however, felt like my hand had been dipped in boiling water and let out a yelp of pain. No wonder ghosts hated being walked through. I turned to my family and friends, all of whom were crying. I turned back to my body. If I'm a ghost, I possess things, right? I asked myself, knowing there was only one way to find out. I walked up to my deceased body and touched it. Nothing happened. Maybe if I…. My dead self's mouth was open, so i tried to "enter" through there.

Next thing I knew, Emily and the attendees were screaming, and George had fallen backwards in surprise. I looked at myself. I had definitely possessed my corpse.

"Sweet!" I exclaimed. I was sort of alive again! I looked out at everybody. Emily was still invisible and no one had noticed her scream over their own. They all looked terrified. "George?" He looked up at me and started bawling. "Wha-" I stopped when I realized my skin was slowly flaking. This wasn't supposed to happen. Whoops, I messed up. I looked up at where I thought Emily might be, hoping she could read the minds of ghosts, but nothing. I had to find out how to unpossess something. I willed myself to leave my dead body. Maybe I should have worked on getting a stronger will while alive, because this wasn't working at all.

"Um...hey, guys!" I said while still trying to find a way out of this. George stared at me for a while with large, scared brown eyes. Is it possible for a dead guy to say something's killing him, or…. "Sorry, for, uh...this," I gestured to myself, causing myself to deteriorate a little more. I grimaced. Okay, nevermind. When my finger fell off, I grimaced. Mum screamed. Reasonable.

"Good, God almighty!" Lee Jordan shouted. Yeah, I feel you. Dad fainted. Yep, three...two...one...and… Ron passed out, too. I laughed, and more of me flaked away.

"Like father, like son, amiright?" I wheezed (it was getting pretty hard to talk), hoping someone else would laugh. My hopes were crushed. Emily undid the invisibility charm on herself and walked towards me.

"This is probably going to hurt. A lot," she said, raising her wand.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" I asked. She replied with a simple, "I'm going to exorcise you. Hold still." Oh, no. No, no, no.

"But I still have so much to say to everyone!" My voice was getting pretty hoarse now. "You can't take me away now!" I tried to move but found my body was too frail. I panicked. "Don't! Please! Let me talk to them!" Emily did not let me talk to them. She performed complicated movements with her wand and whispered words that I couldn't quite hear. My body fell limp. I was standing in front of it, next to Emily.

"Why?" I shouted, "Why would you do that? I needed to tell them all so much!" She didn't so much as bat an eye as she turned to my loved ones and performed a large memory charm. She ran to hide behind in the woods behind the Burrow before the funeral attendees knew what was happening.

When I trudged over, the first thing out of Emily's mouth was, "You bloody moron! How could you?" She said a lot more, but I wasn't listening. I was looking out at my confused family, who were trying to figure out who had moved me. I felt like crying. Dad had woken up and was groggily mourning but Ron was still out cold. George was once again crying over me. Mum didn't seem to know what to do with herself and Percy looked about the same. Bill had his head down as his shoulders shook and Charlie looked like a lost child. Ginny was choking back sobs while Harry attempted to comfort her. I looked back at Emily after noticing a lack of angry sounds. She still practically oozed anger, but at least she wasn't yelling.

"Can we go now?" I said. I didn't want to be here any longer. Emily nodded, but said nothing. She pulled out a small, ornate box and opened its lid.

"Get in," she said in a forceful voice. "Come on!" she exclaimed when I stared at the box, "It's just like possessing a body. Get in the opening." I obliged, not wanting to get shouted at anymore. Today was bad enough. I had crashed my own funeral and...well, I couldn't think of anything aside from that and being dead, but do I even need anything worse to prove my point?

I noticed immediately that I hadn't possessed the box, I had just put myself in it. Possessing felt like you were what you had taken over. This just felt like I had entered a room and couldn't control anything. Hm, learning already.

The Afterlife still sucks, though.

A/N: This one's a bit longer, but I hope you like it! Thanks to all of the people who have followed/favorited/reviewed/or simply read this story. It means a lot!