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Draco Malfoy stood in the Hogwarts Grounds, watching silently as the crowd intensified in front of him. He was near the far end of the congregation, somewhat hidden in the trees unless you actually looked for him. His gaze slid over to where Harry Potter stood, watching over the arrangements. Harry Potter had proved 3 days back that he was indeed the chosen one by defeating the Darkest Wizard in history.

Draco decided that not only was he the Boy who Lived, but also a very fortunate one at that. He had people who trusted him, had faith in his abilities and who were ready to sacrifice even their lives for him. He also had the best friends that everyone wanted. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Draco smiled grimly as he thought about the luck that Potter had been born with. He had defeated the Dark Lord, saved the Wizarding world, won so many hearts. Draco on the other hand, had an infamous background. People hated him on sight, his family being the Malfoys. But most importantly, he had the Dark Mark. Etched into his skin like an ugly reminder for the rest of his life.

He looked around and his eyes settled on the Weasleys. He felt sorry for them. Even though he had spent all his life hating and criticizing them, he would never have wanted any of them dead. He watched with a heavy heart as Mr. Weasley sat looking lost while the older brothers of the family, he remembered them being called Charlie and Percy, sat on his either sides looking solemn. Mrs. Weasley on the other hand was crying softly while the Beauxbatons girl continued hugging her. Draco remembered that he had heard about her marrying one of the Weasleys, the one with the long hair and earring. Looking around Draco spotted him at once, consoling Ginny Weasley. Beside them were the rest of the Golden Trio, Weasley and Granger. He watched as Granger kept a watch on Ron Weasley while he sat looking frozen and depressed.

The Funeral had been well arranged. Draco was sure it must have been Potter's idea, to keep a combined funeral. Draco found it right too. As all of them had died in the battle and deserved equal respect. He was specially grateful that they had included Severus Snape. Draco would always regret his death. It had been uncalled for. The Potions Master had been his mentor. Helped him seek the Light and turn his back on all that was wrong. He would forever be sorry for having misunderstood what a great man Snape had been. He had learnt only recently about the Unbreakable Vow from his mother, and then Potter himself had told him after the Battle at Hogwarts when he had come to return Draco's wand, how Snape's death had come about. Draco felt miserable that Snape had protected him all along and he had done nothing for him in return.

He turned to his side where Professor McGonagall stood with Hagrid and Kingsley Shacklebolt, the new Minister for Magic, discussing the details of the Funerals. Moving closer, he listened in.

McGonagall was saying, ''Kingsley, Harry suggested - and I agree with him – that the War victims should all be given their dues, students, teachers or Order members alike and be buried in the Hogwarts Grounds. It seems only right.''

The Minister seemed to agree at once. ''Yes why not? It is a very fair thing to do, and they all deserved it. I think you made a good decision Minerva. But where in the grounds are you planning on...''

Hagrid answered the Minister, ''Behin' the Greenhouses, we can later a build a war memorial to honor 'em. What do ya think Kingsley?''

''Of course of course. But I suggest you take up that responsibility with Minerva, Hagrid. I am too busy rounding up the Death eaters and handling the after effects of the war. I hope you understand... Its not easy taking up as Minister...'' Kingsley sighed. ''And to top it, I have lost my best auror and a great friend, both at once...''

''We understand. I am shaken too, Remus was such a dear friend. And so was Tonks...'' McGonagall trailed off.

But Draco didn't wait to hear the rest. He moved back to where he had been standing. Guilt and sorrow once more taking up residence in his heavy heart. He wished that he had been braver and fought the Dark Lord. That would have been better than feeling sorry for what happened after wards. So many deaths had happened. Some were well deserved, as in case of the Death Eaters. But the rest were totally unfair. Some of them just too young to die. He had seen so many dead bodies by now that he thought they would forever be in his memory, haunting him till his last day.

His cousin, Nymphadora, and her husband - his ex-professor - had lost their lives too. His eyes went over to where his mother and father where seated beside his newly reclaimed aunt, Andromeda. His mother had grieved for two days about Andromeda's loss when Lucius had finally taken her and apparated to the Tonks home, to re-unite the two sisters. It had been difficult for him at first, to accept his aunt and her grandson. But once he had taken a look at the little metamorphmagus baby, Draco had decided he wouldn't let him grow up in such a depressing environment. So he had encouraged his mother to fully support Andromeda in this tough time.

His thoughts were put to an end, when an old wizard Draco knew at sight from past weddings and other ceremonies, went up on the raised platform situated in the centre and began talking in a magnified voice. He spoke at length of life and how death was inevitable. He talked about how each and everyone who had died during the battle had served a very honorable purpose and would forever be counted as heroes. He then said the incantation which changed the caskets into marble.

The wizard stepped down to let others talk about their loss. Minerva McGonagall started first. She spoke about how brave they all had been and how she had lost great colleagues in Remus, Tonks and Snape. After McGonagall, Mr. Weasley went over. He talked about the war, about his loss, about how incomplete his family would be now. Draco glanced at the right and surely silent tears were pouring down the faces of all the Weasleys. Draco had hated them all, for no reason. But now he felt genuinely sorry for all of them.

George Weasley suddenly stood up and walked over to the center. Draco was surprised as he had been the most silent one among the group. He looked dead in the eyes, no hint of his usual cheerful self was visible. Then George started speaking. ''I am glad that you all came here today. It would make Fred very happy to know that so many people would turn up to watch me break down. Always thought I was a girl, he did. But I won't! I won't! All my life, even my birth I shared it with my twin Fred. I wouldn't call him my brother, he was my reflection, my shadow. We would forever joke that we would die the same way we were born – together. But it seems Fred broke that promise three days back, and want as I might to follow him, I won't because I cannot bear to see my Mum and Dad break down over for me like that. I want my family especially Mum to know, that Fred loved you all. A lot. He wouldn't want any of us to cry over him like this. I am saying this to myself as much as I am saying this to you all... We need to stay strong, and united. We need to get on with our life... live it like he would've wanted us too. Remember that he d-died with a smile on his face. We must smile too, for that's what he liked doing best, making us all l-laugh. I think I wont talk anymore, but I would like to say, like Fred would've wanted me to – Mischief makers shall always live! '' He turned and walked back down, with his father. Fred shouldn't have died, Draco thought ruefully. It was like breaking a pair.

Draco turned to look back at the Weasleys. All of them were sobbing now, and when George went over, Mrs. Weasley pulled him into a hug and cried saying how much she loved both of them and how Fred would
always be alive within George. At this, George, not able to stand it longer broke down crying with his mother. It moved Draco to see so many emotions displayed.

Turning his attention back to the front, Draco noticed that not only had the ghosts of Hogwarts come but also Peeves had decided to appear but he looked very sombre, something which Draco thought was impossible. He went over to where Fred's grave stood and gave a deep bow before floating away.

Potter was next. He said, ''I am honored to be talking about some really brave people right now. Fred Weasley was my brother too, and while losing him means that I wont probably ever laugh heartily again, it also means that he is happy somewhere, joking probably about us all. Remus was like a father, an old friend and my mentor. I will forever be indebted to him for teaching me how to face my own fears and fight them. Tonks was a genuine friend, a gifted witch and a fantastic auror. Severus Snape was and forever will be the bravest man I ever knew. For all those of you who think other wise, I think it will be enough to say that I witnessed his bravery and honesty. I know about his pain and regret whenever Voldemort did wrong and he couldn't stop it. Severus Snape was a brave man and a loyal friend for those who befriended him. And I will respect him. Always.'' At this point he looked over to the lake near which Dumbledore's grave stood and said, ''Like Albus Dumbledore would say – Death is but an Adventure, I would like to think they all are happy and at peace wherever they are.''

Draco had to give him credit for this. He had given a good farewell to them. And he was glad he had spoken so well about his teacher. He watched as Potter slowly made his way towards his parents and aunt. He talked to Andromeda, nodded at the Malfoys and left to go back to Weasley and Granger.

A little while later, people were beginning to file out or moving towards the graves to pay their respects.

Draco watched as Harry placed lilies on Severus Snape's grave and moved back towards the castle which was still damaged and in shambles with the rest of the Weasleys.

When they were all done placing flowers on the graves, Draco moved forwards out of the shadows. Bowing down his head at the graves of his Potions Professor and Fred Weasley, he silently asked for forgiveness. Deep down he knew he would never be forgiven for bringing this about... Only if he hadn't let those death eaters in Hogwarts last year...

Hermione Granger had stayed behind. She had let Harry and the Weasleys go back to the school, wanting a private moment after a heartbreaking funeral. It hadn't been easy trying to maintain a tough front for Ginny and Ron's sake. After wiping her tears, she got up to leave. That is when she noticed a lone figure standing near the graves. Moving closer she caught a flash of blond reflected from the pale afternoon sun rays. Stunned to see who it was, she sat back down to watch him.

It was not until twilight, that Draco Malfoy realized that he had been sitting there, thinking, for over two hours. Getting up he walked out, leaving Hermione behind lost in her own thoughts about this new discovery.

Author's note:
What do you think? PLEASE REVIEW!
This is a revised chapter. I realised my pov wasn't right the first time. All thanks to DZ Author for helping me improvise. She is just wonderful! :)