Ashes- Celine Dion

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by Misskimmypotter

by Misskimmypotter

The skies were grey and gloomy; monstrous clouds of dark filled the sky above the Burrow. The atmosphere fit perfectly with the dozens of people below as a sea of red hair surrounded one lonely casket. One week. It had been one, horrible heartbreaking week since Fred's passing and today, they were preparing to say goodbye.

shook in her husband's arms, sobbing uncontrollably as she stared down at her son's lifeless body. Arthur tightened his grip on his wife as she placed a single hand on her fourth son's face, tenderly caressing his face that still wore a hint of a smile.

"M-my ss-weet b-boy." She whimpered, turning her face into her husband's chest. "Why? Why my Fred?" She cried as Arthur led her away to her seat, turning his face one last time to look at the eldest of his twins before taking a seat next to his wife. The ceremony was beautiful, not one dry eye was left as everyone recalled a happy memory with Fred, telling tales of pranks and what a kind person he once was

Oliver Wood had requested time off from Puddlemere United and stood up at the podium as he relayed to Fred's family what an honor it was to play alongside their son, brother, and friend. Lee Jordan, Harry, and Hermione each stood up and made their peace, each as puffy eyed as the rest of the Weasley Family. Ron could hardly manage to spit out a few words. For what could he say? Nothing that would protrude from his mouth would bring back his brother.

Heads turned as the last member of the Weasley family stood up, slowly walking hand in hand with Angelina Johnson, Fred's ex-girlfriend who had taken his death horribly. George eyed his mirrored image, trying like hell to push back his tears. He'd cried nonstop for a week, hardly wanting to eat or talk to anyone. Hell, he hadn't set a foot in the Joke Shop. For the better part of him was gone, a whole ripped through his heart. The dam broke from behind George's eyes as he knelt down and clung to his brother.

"FREDDIE!" he cried out, letting loose the bottle of emotions that had built inside him for the last week. "Shh. George.. It's okay. He's in a better place." Angelina told him as she sobbed silently. George lifted his head off Fred and spoke directly to him.

What's left to say?

These prayers ain't working anymore

Every word shot down in flames

What's left to do with these broken pieces on the floor?

I'm losing my voice calling on you

"I-I'm not sure what to say.. I'm broken. My best friend, my partner in crime, my favorite brother is gone.. You're gone Freddie. I can't tell you how many nights I've cried out for you, wishing you were still here with me, hell with our family."

Cause I've been shaking

I've been bending backwards til I'm broke

Watching all these dreams go up in smoke

"Our dream.. Our dream finally came true and now it's burst into flames. How can I step into the place that you helped me build from the ground up? Your laugh is etched into the walls.."

Let beauty come out of ashes

And when I pray to God and all I ask is

Can beauty rise from ashes?

"I've prayed and prayed for you to come back to me.. Praying for something good to come out of this disaster.."

Can you use the tears to put out the fires in my soul?

Cause I need you here, whoa

"I need you here, Freddie. We all do." A cool breeze filled the air. George firmly shut his eyes, and felt as the breeze caressed his cheek. He let out a small laugh, knowing that it had to be Fred, letting him know that he was okay. "You're here with me, brother." George stood up and faced the crowd, Angelina still placed at his side. He took a deep breath as he opened his eyes and spoke to the crowd.

"A week ago, we all lost someone dear to our hearts. Our brother, friend, and son. But If I know Fred, He wouldn't want us to mourn him. He'd want us to celebrate his life, remembering the good times we experienced with him, I realize that now. Fred may not be here with us in person but he will forever be etched in our hearts." Fred took out his wand and raised it high in the air, the tip illuminating as it once did when Dumbledore died. One by one, each person took out their wand, mimicking George's stance.

"To Fred. May you always be in our hearts."

"To Fred." The crowd echoed simultaneously. The remaining living siblings, along with Molly and Arthur stood next to Fred's casket and shut it firmly. Each of them pointed their wand at the casket, muttering a simple spell and watched as their brother and son disappeared into the ground. A single drop of rain splashed onto George's cheek, the sky weeping with them on this unfortunate occasion. As everyone began to head inside and pay their respects to the family, George stood alone at his brother's marker and conjured a single wreath as the rain poured.

"I'll be okay, Freddie. I'll make you proud and that's a promise."

Molly stuck her head out her front door and called out to her son. "George! Come inside before you catch a cold!"

George waved at his mum, signaling to her he'd be along in a moment. "Until we meet again, Freddie." he whispered before joining his family inside his family home.

Let beauty come out of ashes

And when I pray to God all I ask is

Can beauty come out of ashes?