Chapter 3


George pulled himself from Angelina. He hadn’t even realized he was on-top of her. She tried to pull him back down when he lifted up but he refused to give in. He was completely out of breath by this point. George had calmed down immensely when he sat back down on the bed and wrapped his arms around Angelina.

“I’m sorry I broke down earlier.” He whispered in her ear.

“You had an excuse.” She replied. “I mean Fre-”

“Don’t.” George begged. “Please. Just don’t…I can’t.”

He looked down trying to avoid Angelina’s chocolate eyes. Angelina just cupped his face with her hand and made him look at her. She pushed his hair out of his eyes and stroked his face. She moved her hand all the way down to his chest where she could feel his heartbeat. Laying her head against his chest to hear it, she wrapped her arms around his torso almost as if she was trying to chemically bond them together. George allowed Angelina to attach herself to him. He got lost in her scent, her hair, and her warmth as the rest of the world began to disappear. Though the more he thought about it, they seemed to be building their own world together rather than disappearing from the one they were in.

Ginny walked through the door with tears streaming down her face. She stared at George for a moment and he held out his arm to her. She jumped on the bed with them and began weeping even harder as Angelina and George held her. Ginny was clutching the covers and screaming as loud as she could. So much pain came in and infected the innocence left in her soul, stealing part of the rest of the childhood she could have had. Percy came running into the room.

“Is she okay?” Percy asked out of breath.

“Yeah, she’s just….hurting.” Angelina replied.

Percy came over to Ginny and started rubbing her back, he spoke softly to her. “I am so sorry. I should have protected him.” He said. “I betrayed the family. It should have been me that died.”

“Don’t you dare say that.” Ginny snapped. She put her arms around her brother and he carried her back downstairs so Angelina and George could be alone once more.

Angelina put pressure on George’s chest with her hand so he would lie back, which he all too willingly did. She laid on her side and wrapped her leg around his waist and rested her head against his shoulder. Both of them fell asleep.

“George.” A familiar voice said. “George, wake up.”

George opened his eyes to see Ron standing over him. Sunlight danced through the dark room shined lightly in the bed where George and Angelina were laying.

“Wha?” George said groggily. Then he sat up accidently knocking over Angelina. “Where’s Fred?” He asked. Then he remembered and everyone saw it sink in.

“We’re going to burry him soon.” Ron answered his eyes swimming again.

Someone had cleaned Fred’s body and changed his robes. The funeral was held at a small cemetery close to the Burrow. A huge tomb was built for Fred, but he was laying on a coffin right outside it’s entrance. Over five hundred people showed up for the funeral. And while his parents were nowhere to be seen, Draco Malfoy attended the service. Kingsley Shacklebolt came to the front and faced the grieving crowd, he was going to be giving the service,

“Fred Weasley.” He began. Kingsley looked like he was going to cry. His usual calm and steady voice was shaky and full of grief. “Fred Weasley was a student at Hogwarts. He wasn’t the brightest lad there, but he was a liked student none the less. All day he would think of ways to help those he cared about and liked, how to make them laugh or playfully annoy them. He may have been looked down upon for his lack of education, but he was a smart, strong, brave and admittedly well humored wizard. No. He was more than that… Fred Weasley was a warrior.
“For a young, healthy, and strong man to be taken out of this world without warning is a crime. And he will be avenged.
“We mourn for our loss, but I believe that he continues to watch over us and love us no matter where he is. And he will never leave his family’s hearts. Today we see him lying here. Another innocent soul ripped away from his family.
“I personally knew him as well. He liked pranks, pushing buttons, fooling people but he helped his family and his friends. And my only wish is that he and everyone else knows that he died to make this world a better place for his family and his siblings children, he gave his life to protect those he loves and that is the greatest sacrifice anyone can make.”
George had never seen Kingsley cry before, but he did for Fred. He whipped out his wand and made a flower arrangement running along the coffin. “Sleep well, my brother.” Kingsley whispered.
George laid a rose in Fred’s hands and stroke his face before leaving. He didn’t have enough strength to say anything. Others came and said their goodbyes. The entire Weasley family along with Lee, Angelina, Hermione, and Harry were barely able to breathe through their sobs. The Weasley family arrived back at the Burrow, and all was calm.