Fred's Funeral –

The mood was sombre as the inhabitants of the Burrow, their family and friends, all gathered in the church of Ottery St Catchpole to say a final goodbye to their beloved son, brother and friend. It had been a few weeks since the Battle of Hogwarts was won; it had taken some time to lay the fallen to rest as there had been so many. The magical funeral home was more than happy to do their part and take care of all the arrangements for Fred Weasley's funeral. It had come as a devastation to many that one half of the twin duo and owners of Weasley Wizard Wheezes had been murdered, and at such a young age too.

George had been inundated with business after the War, he knew people had been in need of a pick me up, but at the moment it was too hard for him to step in the shop. So for the meantime he left Verity in charge, along with a few other tenured staff. As George took his seat in the front row, he stared straight ahead as the tears began to fall. He never wanted this to happen, they had known there was always going to be a risk of getting hurt or dying, but George never thought it would happen. And now here he was, without his best friend and brother. How would he go on? He knew he had too, he couldn't let Fred down, but how could he be happy again with Fred by his side.

The crowd began to get larger and larger until all of the seats were taken up, so many people had arrived that people were standing and crowding round the sides of the seats so as they could pay their respects. All of the Weasley family, including Hermione and Harry, were on the front row. Each of them to afraid to say anything because it would make it feel even more real.

The elder ceremony official stood at the top of the steps, looking solemnly at the crowd gathered before him. Some were huddled together and crying, some were sitting in silence and too afraid to utter a whisper. It was a magnificent crowd for a magnificent man.

"Ladies and Gentleman, lets begin" He used a snorous charm to enhance his voice ever so slightly. "Fred Gideon Weasley, was a unique and wonderful young man. Although at school with his brother, George, they may have been a nuisance. Especially to the caretaker Argus Filch. But Fred loved Hogwarts, he considered it as a second home, one where he could come to and spend the time catching up with friends" The wizard paused as he heard a loud cry, his eyes fell to the Weasley family and saw that Molly Weasley now had her face in her husband's neck, trying to muffle sounds of her tears.

"Even though Fred and George may not have liked classes too much they were still extremely smart boys. Even if they preferred causing mischief and chaos" The crowd chuckled, even George managed to emit a chuckle as the tears continued to fall. His eyes glancing over to Fred's coffin every so often.

"Fred's time was cut far too short on this earth and he will be sorely missed by everyone; his friends, his family and maybe even any enemies he made. But his memory will live on with his family, especially with his brother George. Ever since birth the twins were close, managing to spend every single second of the day together. I know Molly used to have her hands full" The wizard smiled, making the Weasley family laugh at the memory. "Especially when the twins were old enough to be taught by Bill and Charlie, the former prankster brothers"

Bill and Charlie glanced at each other as they laughed through the tears, they would always cherish those memories teaching Fred and George their best tricks.

"I have a poem I would like to share with you all, it's a muggle poem but the saying is for everyone. And I hope everyone here today who were effected by the tragic war and the loss of someone close to them will remember this" The wizard smiled sadly.

"Those we love don't go away" He began, "They walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard but always near. Still loved, still missed and very dear" There were more sniffs through the crowd as many people began to cry, he could see out of the corner of his eye that the Weasley family all had their heads bowed as they tried to wipe away their tears. Hermione and Harry who were sat beside each other, held their hands tightly together and stared up at ceremony official, tear tracks glistening down their cheeks.

"Now, I think, George has a few words he would like to say for Fred"

George gulped and rose shakily from his seat, he had a small piece of paper clutched in his hand which was wrapped around it with a vice grip. He needed something to hold onto otherwise he would break down. He felt a loving hand on his shoulder and glanced down to see his Mother smiling sadly at him. "You can do it Georgie" She whispered, her voice wavering with sadness and trying to hold back more tears.

George nodded and took the place of the wizard before him, coughing slightly as if to clear his throat as he stared out at the crowd. "Thank you all for being here today. Fred would have really appreciated you all for being here" His lips quivered as he forced himself to go on. "But Fred would also try and kick us all silly for sitting here crying for him" He chuckled, making the rest of the congregation laugh with him.

"I know I may be biased when I say this, but Fred was one of the best people you could ever know. He may have been loud and boisterous at times. But underneath that he was incredibly caring, selfless and, dare I say it, an emotional man. He didn't like showing his affectionate or emotional side too much" George's eyes met with Hermione's, in one single moment his heart tore into two again as he released his brother would never be able to spend the rest of his life with the one witch he had truly loved.

"Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal, but love leaves a memory that no one can steal" George smiled sadly and walked towards his brother's coffin. Placing one hand on the bottom of it as he willed himself not to break down. "I love you dear brother, we all do. And we miss you terribly" He whispered, mostly to himself but loud enough everyone could still hear. George lifted the beaters bat from where he was sitting and placed it atop the coffin along with a copy of their famous map, which he managed to recreate using the knowledge from Remus Lupin before he too was taken away from the world.

"Mischief managed, Forge"

Fred stared at his brother in sadness as he watched him at his coffin, he had been here the whole time, watching as his friends and family grieved for him. Even though he wouldn't have wanted them to be too sad, he understood that they had to go through their own grieving process. He sighed sadly and placed a ghostly hand upon George's shoulder, wishing he could feel or hear him by his side.

"Mischief managed, Gred"