Goodbye Fred Weasley...

The Funeral...

Two weeks later...

The day had finally come, the day that everyone was both dreading and waiting for. Deep down, everyone was hoping that the funeral would help put their minds straight. They wanted to say goodbye and put Fred to rest.

Hermione peered round the door of Ron and Harry's room to tell them it was time to go. Apparently, Harry had already gone downstairs, but Ron was sat up against the bed. Tears were streaming down his red cheeks. His face was almost the same colour as his hair and he was extremely hot.

"Ron, you're so hot. Do you feel okay?" Hermione asked, concerned.

He nodded. She wiped away his tears and kissed his forehead, before helping him to his feet. She fixed his collar and smoothed his hair before taking his hand and leading him downstairs.

Ron and Hermione were the last to go into the kitchen. Harry and the rest of the Weasley's were gathered around the table, consoling one another.

"Are we ready to go?" asked Mr Weasley, softly. There was an overall mumbling of agreement. Everyone stood hand in hand and there was a sudden whoosh as they apparated to the cemetery.

When they arrived, there was already a small crowd gathered around a small tree. The air was cold and the mood was dampening. A small tree had been buried in memory of the lost Weasley. The tree was a dogwood tree, the same type of tree both Fred and George's wand wood came from. The tree was small and delicate, dotted with small white blossoms.

Charlie was the first to speak. He talked about the wonderful childhood he had spent with Fred and his others siblings. He spoke about how he thought everyone should smile and laugh, because it's what Fred would've wanted. It was true, Fred would've wanted everyone to be laughing when remembering him.

After speeches from Mr Weasley, Percy and Dean Thomas, it was Rons turn to speak. He was so nervous, nervous that he wouldn't be able to get through his first sentence without crying. So far, he'd spent most of the funeral crying into Hermiones shoulder. As he got up, Ron stared at Hermione for a sign of reassurance. She nodded and smiled. He took a deep breath.

"Fred was my brother and...sorry that was stupid. You all know he was my brother. I mean, he still is my brother he always will be. I miss him so much. He always knew how to make it better. How to make me smile. I remember once, when we were," He gulped, trying to hold back his tears, "when we were little. And he took me out into the garden and..." The tears were threatening to fall. "He took my hand and he pulled me onto the back of his broom. I was never allowed my own broom at that age and I wasn't really supposed to fly but he used to take me out." Ron couldn't hold back the tears anymore. He crumpled up the piece of paper in his hand and threw his head down. His cries were so horrid to listen to. Harry went to comfort him but Ron ran. He ran up the path to the gate of the cemetery. Moments later, Hermione appeared.

"Ron? Are you alright? Sorry, that's a stupid question. What you said back there, it was really beautiful. I know Fred wouldn't want to see you cry. He'd want you to be happy. You know that right?" Ron's sobbing was getting unbearable to listen to. Hermione realised that there was nothing she could say to help. Instead she held him close and ran her fingers through his hair in comfort.

Meanwhile, back at the funeral, nobody had tried to continue. Everyone was shaken by Ron's departure. Bill got up at the front.

"Urm, thankyou for coming. I know Fred would've appreciated you being here. You all meant a lot to him. God Bless little Freddie, sleep tight."