Summary:

[Final warning: DH spoilers follow.] Three days after the final battle of Hogwarts, Harry must begin the painful task of attending the many funerals of the fallen. The first is perhaps the hardest, and Harry is focused on helping the Weasley family make it through the day—but maybe he still has a few things left to learn himself.

Author’s Note: I’ve read many a good story on the death of Fred Weasley, of whom I have always been very fond. Yet I think I needed to write my own version for that extra bit of closure. I hope you all enjoy, and maybe even experience a touch of catharsis yourselves. And as always, please leave a review! They're a huge help, and will all receive responses.

Summary: Sometimes, the most trivial things we do can mean the world to others.
Who could ever have guessed that befriending a lost soul could change one’s life and so much more, forever?
In the end, everything comes down to one thing: love. Compassion is the greatest gift given to mankind. Once understood, one finds that just a single lifetime is simply not enough to love and be loved. For some people, it’s too late, it’s gone, goodbye. But for others; a moment of love, simply one moment, can be enough to last a thousand lifetimes.