My knowledge of wizard funerals is nonexistent so forgive me. How ever, I don't think that Fred's funeral would have been like Dumbledore's because the Weasley's probably had to bury him near muggles. But anyway, enjoy. :)

George opened the door to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes on one dark and cold night. The shop was dark and dusty for it had been closed for a long time. He stood at the doorway, holding the handle and staring at the shelves and the artifacts on them. He entered silently and closed the door behind him.

He went to the counter and glanced around the shop again. With an unreadable expression he left the shop area and went upstairs where the living quarters were. He didn't bother to turn on the lights.

He walked along the empty corridor and halted at a door which led to a room. Fred's room. He opened the door but could not enter. He stood by the door and let it slide open. Everything was quiet. Nothing had been touched since he and Fred had left their lodgings that one day, so long ago it seemed.

George took a deep breath and stepped inside the room and sat down on the bed, cautiously as if he was afraid it might fall apart. He swallowed and looked around. Everything reminded him of Fred. Where ever he looked he saw his brother's eyes and his face and heard his voice and laughter. He buried his face in his hands.

He knew that returning to their flat would be hard but he had never thought that it was going to be this hard. The hollow feeling overwhelmed him once again and he wanted to scream his sorrow to the world until he could not breathe anymore. What would become of him? How could he go on without Fred? The thought of running the shop alone was more than he could bear. He lay down on the bed and clutched Fred's pillow, crying his heart out. It could not be true. Even several weeks after Fred's funeral he couldn't believe it.

He remembered the coffin. He remembered his mother falling apart and crying more than ever. He still saw Percy's expression as he stared at the coffin. He recalled Ginny's tears by the grave and his father's despair, Bill's empty eyes, Charlie's mournful face and Ron's hushed sobbing. He remembered his family well. He had watched it all like he hadn't been present and yet... He remembered kneeling by his brother's coffin, touching the lifeless wood. Faintly he remembered that he had been weeping by the grave, but for how long he could not say. After everything he had been standing there alone, calling Fred silently. He did not answer, of course not. He would never answer again.

George fell asleep still holding Fred's pillow. It was wet with tears. For one glorious moment he forgot his misery and drifted away. Away to Fred. And they laughed at it all, joked about everything like they had always done. They sat side by side and talked about everything – their childhood, their school days, their inventions...

And then Fred stood up. He looked grave and his eyes were sad. George knew that it was time. Time for Fred to move on. And George cried.

"Don't leave me", he whispered in a fearful voice. And Fred hugged him like only a twin can hug his brother.

"I won't", he said silently. "Can't you see, Georgie? We're identical! I'll always be a part of you. You can't get rid of me even if you wanted to." And he smiled playfully and after looking at George one last time he walked away, leaving his brother alone.

George stared after him but could not cry. Fred took a part of George with him but left a part of himself behind. He'll always be a part of me, thought George and couldn't hold in his tears anymore.