We Are Survivors

The Memorial

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Draco Malfoy
     Why did I even come? No one had invited me. Hell, forget about inviting me, no one here would've wanted to see me anywhere, let alone here. Oh, why was I lying to myself? I knew why I was here, but saying it-or even thinking it for that matter-would just make it real...I awkwardly stood behind a stone pillar, praying to Merlin that my blonde hair would not be too visible. And then, a monotone voice rang through the courtyard.
"We are gathered here today in honor of Mr. Fred Weasley who bravely gave his life to fight for the cause..." I may not have known him well, but I know that this would not be how he'd want to be remembered. He deserved something better than people saying meaningless and empty speeches about how they wished they talked to him more or how he'll always live on in our hearts. "Is there anyone who would like to say a few words for Mr. Weasley?" And he definitely would not want to be called 'Mr. Weasley.' Potter stood up first.
"Fred...was an incredible trouble-maker. He and George gave me the Marauder's Map. He and George pranked their way out of Hogwarts. Fred Weasley is one of the greatest and funniest people I have ever met, and ever will meet." I silently thanked him for not saying any cliché crap like 'R. I. P' or 'He'll always be in our thoughts.' Some blonde kid I don't know stood up next.
"I remember I was in my third year when George and Fred flew out of Hogwarts on their brooms. I remember thinking, 'Wow! They're so cool! And brave!' They'd stood up to Umbridge. And their shop is so cool! I regret not talking to Fred more. I lost him just like I lost my brother, Colin-for the same reason, even. Now, I'll never get to talk to them-both of them. Rest in peace Fred, we love you and you will forever live on in our hearts and minds." And...here comes the cliché crap. Weasley wouldn't have wanted these kinds of things said. A few more people I didn't know said some more meaningless crap. Then, a quietly crying Granger stood up. My heart gave a familiar kick and I almost slapped myself for it.
     "Oh Fred..." She began, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. "Merlin, what can I say? I never thought you'd die! How? How did that happen? I'd've ne-never guessed it. People call me a 'know-it-all,' but no one can know what to do in times like this. I'm never going to see you at the Burrow again! O-or at your shop with George!" She was talking through sobs now. "Or pl-playing Quidditch! Or giving th-those Puking Pastilles. O-or Fever Fudge! I'll never hear you crack another joke! Or-or call yourself 'Gred,' again!" I felt so guilty. So guilty, even if I wasn't the one that killed him. He didn't deserve to die, and now Granger's heartbreak felt like my own. "I always thought you and George were really smart. The tricks you create, they need intelligence. You're still insanely smart. Merlin, you didn't even get to tease me about my kiss with Ron yet!" She made a strange noise between a sob and a soft laugh. "You gave Harry the Marauder's Map with George. That saved us a bunch of times. You stood up to Umbridge in the most amusing of ways. You were an incredible Beater. You did amazing in Dumbledore's Army. You always made the common room much more lively and fun. You're pretty much my older brother. I'm proud to have been part of the Weasley family with you." She covered her mouth and ran off the stage, and began sobbing in her seat again. I wanted to leave then and there, but then I'd have to come back. And I don't think I'd have the courage to do that...She looked back, in my direction. Crap. I tried to hide better behind the pillar before I realized how stupid I had been. I quickly-and silently-cast a Disillusionment Charm on myself as Weasley made his way to the stage.
     "Merlin, Fred..." was all he said, but those two words brought tears to people's eyes. What a load of bull this is, I bet these people have only heard his name. Weaslette went up to the front and couldn't say anything besides "Fred..." before she completely and utterly broke down as she fell to her knees in heart-wrenching sobs. Luna said a few words after her-'At least the Nargles won't bother him now'-then Longbottom-'He was a true hero'-then his Mum-'My little baby...'-before George went up. The spark in his eye was gone. And I could tell he was forcing a light tone in his voice.
     "Well, Freddie, I can say that this is not at all how you'd want your memorial to be like." He forced a small chuckle-I knew he forced it, not because I just knew him that well, but because I had done the same for years now. "You'd want our shop to sponsor it. And lots and lots of Firewhisky." Scattered chuckles rang through out the courtyard. "You'd want us partying at some souped-up hall. Laughing and having fun. You'd want to be remembered with a party. Not a bunch of people who you didn't even know showing up at a depressing graveyard. You wanna know how I know this, Freddie?" His eyes filled up with tears. "Cause we share the same minds. We're twins. No one, in any universe, could understand you like I do. I was the one who flew out with you. I was the one that Percy confused you with so much he mashed our names together. You only had about a minute of life before I was by your side. And it stayed like that from then on. 'Til the very end, it was you and me. I'm glad I saw us grow old together when we tried to put our names in the Goblet of Fire. Now, I can imagine that you're there with me. We pranked Mum all the time saying she confused us when she really didn't. We were Beaters together. We were shopkeepers together. We were battling together. We snuck Firewhisky together. We're 'double trouble' and always will be. I'm not going to say 'Rest in peace,' or whatever for two reasons. One, we never liked cliché crap. And two, I'm still waiting for you to pop out, tell us to quit our blubbering and that you're fine." He forced another chuckle. "Well, buddy, I'll see you soon." Everyone was openly crying now, as George went back to his seat. Soon, people began to leave and I decided to linger for a little, making sure no one was left before striding over to Fred's headstone. Tears had filled my eyes during George's speech, but seeing Fred's name forever engraved on the cold stone made them spill.
     "I'm sorry Fred." I choked out. "I-"
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