Bloody Beautiful-Bloody Love (Book 4-George Weasley Love Story)

Chapter 57

Kat's POV:

****************1 Week after the Battle: Fred's Funeral*********************

I held George's hand as we watched the casket lowered into the ground. The dirt soon pushed over it and fresh green grass made to grow over it. A few snapdragons were charmed to grow at the headstone thanks to Professor Sprout, and I felt tears fall from my eyes as I read the stone that was placed on top.

                                                                   Fred Fabian Weasley
                                                         April 1st, 1978 – May 2nd, 1998
                                              Beloved Son, Brother, Prankster, and Friend
                                                                       Mischief Managed

I felt George squeeze my hand tighter as the funeral came to a close, making it official that he's really gone. He won't come bursting through the bedroom door anymore at night making both of us blush or have one of us blast him back out again. He won't help us prank Ron anymore. He won't.......he won't be there at all. Neither of us say anything to one another as we stand there. My parents and cousin Xander walk up to hug us before leaving the graveyard.

I was going to meet with them later tomorrow evening to tell them everything that had happened here, but today was not the day for it. A few moments pass by and Scar, Donovan, and Vik approach us, giving us a hug but leaving in silence. If words had been exchanged I'm not sure what was said, or even if either of us responded. I was tired, I was sad, I was grieving, but mostly I was physically and mentally exhausted in every single sense of the word.

This was the 22nd funeral that I had attended, George accompanying me only to that of Remus and Tonks. They were buried at the same time, and I held Teddy in my arms as I cried with Tonk's mother, Harry helping to support her as they had lowered the caskets into the ground. The little babe not knowing why we were crying but trying to cheer us up by changing his hair color every few minutes, reminded me only that he had lost both parents and didn't understand why yet. Harry had met his godson under what could only be the worst circumstances imaginable, and yet there was nothing that could be done about it.

The funerals of Severus and then later Thorfinn were short and brief, but with Harry's help we made sure that the prophet and every other new's source and magazine that existed cleared their names. I had promised Severus that people would know what he had done for the school and  thanks to his help of giving Harry his memories before he died, he helped me keep that promise. The other funerals were those of student's, other Order members, and student's family members. It was clear after each funeral was over just how deep the wounds and the hurt form the battle ran.

The battle may be over, but the scars from it will be long in healing. So many students were taken at such a young age, and Fred was no different. An adult in the wizarding world and even in the Muggle world here in England, but he was only 20 years old. I look up from the grave as I hear someone fall to the ground, and I see Angelina on her knees. My heart clenches as I picture our roles reverse and I know that I wouldn't be holding it together anything near as well as she was.

I squeeze George's hand one more time before I let go and walk over to her. I sit next to her on the ground as she turns to face me and we cling to each other as we cry together. I feel Alicia sit on her other side and join us. Lee stands behind us and after a few minutes Alicia looks at me as if to say 'we need to get her home' and I nod in agreement.