Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

"I know," said Harry, he felt the same way. "But knowing Fred he has something planed. My guess is
that as were burying him something will explode." He said, a small smile coming to his face.
"No," said Ginny as she sat up and a large, evil smile spread across her face, "He'll play one final joke
on all of us, or at least on mum. He'll have known how this would affect her; he would have wanted to
make her laugh."
"Yeah, your right." Harry said, glad that Ginny was finally smiling. Harry got up and went over to his
pile of cloths. He picked up the cloths that he had worn to Fleur and Bill's wedding along with one of
his school robes. He looked back at Ginny, wondering if he should go change in the bathroom.
"Oh, it's not like I won't see it all eventually." She said with a laugh.
He just nodded and quickly changed in to the nicest cloths he owned. A few minuets later He, Ginny,
Hermione and Ron, whose robes were just a bit small on him, were standing in the kitchen, ready to go
outside. Ginny took a deep breath and started to walk towards the door, closely followed by the other
three.
When they arrived at the grave that had been dug for Fred they saw that the rest of the Weasleys were
in black, except for George, who was in a robe that looked like it came from the 70's. It was tie-died
with the colors of the rainbow, with random splotches of color thrown in. It hurt Harry's eyes if he
stared at it too long, it looked as if a rainbow had thrown up on it.
When Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione had joined the circle that surrounded Fred's coffin, which was
floating above the grave, George stepped forward. "Ok, first off you all have to change." With this he
waved his wand and suddenly everybody was wearing robes to match his. "Ah, much better. Second,
you have to know that this whole thing was scripted by Fred and me a long time ago. So I begin. I want
to say that nobody should be crying," he looked around and found only a few tear streaked faces, but no
active criers, "good, now that that's settled lets begin."
George took a deep breath and said, "Fred was my best friend, and together the two of us made a
fortune selling our pranks. When he died I felt like a lost a part of myself, it felt almost like loosing an
arm or leg, a very talkative arm or leg." Everybody let out a small chuckle at this. "Now, this last part is
something we came up with a long time ago." George waved his wand and it seemed nothing
happened.
Then Ron screamed as a large number of spiders came scurrying out of his pockets. The stream of
spiders ended quickly and Harry couldn't help himself, he burst out laughing. Everybody else started to
laugh also, Hermione who was now kneeling next to Ron, who had stumbled and fallen when the
spiders came, was hiding her smile behind a hand. Mrs. Weasley had a small smile on her face, even as
she started scolding George. Mr. Weasley was grinning like a fool, Bill, Charley and Percy were
laughing like maniacs, and Ginny and George were rolling on the ground in hysterics.
When Ron finally recovered he stood up and Harry could see a small smile spreading across his face.
"You know, this sucks, and I can't even pull a prank on Fred in return now."
"That's the point little bro," said George as he got up. With a wave of his wand George lowered his
brother's coffin in to the ground and set the mound of dirt on top of it. Then he made a head stone
appear. Inscribed on the white marble was 'Here lies Fred Weasley, brother, friend, prankster, and all
around good guy.' Under that a quote was inscribed also, it said, "He who laughs last is the slowest, he
who laughs first is the suck up, but he who makes the joke is the smartest." Under that was the hand
from the clock inside, it was inlayed, not pointing to anything in particular.
Now George let a single tear fall from his eye, "Fred, we'll miss you, I don't think there is anything I
can say that would explain how I feel right now. You're the only one that would have understood, but