You can get up now

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'As you all already know, we're here to talk about my son... he was a- a brave young man and I- I-' Arthur's voice started to break as the words fell out of it. He had a microphone to his mouth so you all listened as he slowly broke down. Charlie was holding molly as she broke down also so Bill had to go over and pull him away, who also ended up ready Arthur's speech.

'Fred was a brave young man who would find the best out of any situation. He found the humour when no one else could see the light in their darkest hour. He was a boy and he didn't deserve what he got but the best people get the worst punishments. It's not fair but that's how the world works. I just regret the things I didn't say or do. I didn't tell him I love him enough or shown it because I was working too much at the ministry. I thought I was helping my family by supporting them but I was really just pushing them away. It sounds harsh bug I think- I think this was something- like a punishment for me not spending time with my kids. I love them so much and I don't tell them that. So I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I love you all. I miss you Freddie, my boy.' Bill stood there for a moment thinking about the speech he just read for his father. Once he collected himself, he went and sat back down.

George went up next. He stood next to Fred's coffin and just stared at it before breaking down completely. You cried just looking at him. He came and sat back down next to you telling you he couldn't do it. You took his hand. 'Together' you said standing up, holding his hand in yours and walking to the front of the room. George pulled his speech out but then ripped it and threw it behind him. He didn't want it. He let go of your hand and walked over to Fred's coffin and smiled.

'You can get up now Freddie.' He said smiling but then started laughing, making everyone else laugh as he continued. 'I know you were always an attention seeker but nows not the time.' You were all smiling at him but when his smile faded so did yours. 'No- really Freddie, get up. Please.' Tears started rolling down his cheeks as his tone became more aggressive. 'Get up Freddie! You can't leave me here alone! Your my other fucking half! I NEED YOU!'

You walked over and pulled him back and shook your head at him. He rested his head on your shoulder and cried for a moment before reassigning his strength to talk again.

'First year, we stole the Maraulder's map from Fliches office. The secret to our success. There were so many pranks that we pulled but my favourite was definitely when we turned snapes hair pink. Suited him so well. You told me after that, that we should open a store. A store where we sell our own ideas and items for pranks. I looked at you and called you a nutter because I thought it was impossible. Now, I own the store because you left me.' George smiled through his tears and continued smiling and laughing through his speech. 'Quite selfish really, I know it was hard but come on mate.' Everyone laughed including you and George. 'There's something that I want to say though. And it's that I- I feel guilty... and sad... because every time I look in the mirror I see you. My reflection is the only thing I have left of you and I hate to look at it because- because I'm not the right twin to be left here. I've got some big shoes to fill and I don't know if I can fill them.... God this would of been a good prank.' He laughed through his tears again and the tapped the coffin. 'Goodnight brother. Say hi to everyone for me. Tell nan I miss her. But ugh- remember I love you... ok? I don't feel like I ever said it. But I do. Remember that.'

George nodded and took your hand again. You both went and sat back down together. You had a speech buy you asked to read yours at the end in case you broke down and couldn't be there anymore. George rested his head on your shoulder and you rested your head on his. You held hands throughout the rest of the speeches but it didn't take long until it was your turn. You made George come up with you. He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on yours as you started to speak.

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