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A/N: Listen good, for I will say this only once; English is not my native language, so any typo's that my spelcheck didn't filter out or grammar mistakes are because I simply didn't know better. If you really detest it... Beta it for me!

Many things can be forgotten, thanks to the simple ness of our mind. Eventually the happy moments and the painful situations will fade away in our memories, simply because we don't have enough place for them. That's what Hermione told me a few years ago in a feeble attempt to comfort me after the many losses we suffered during the war. At that time I saw it as an awkward attempt to comfort me by displaying her book wits. Everything she ever told me, came out of a book. It was as if she locked her heart and tried to keep most of her emotions there, so she wouldn't get hurt. I had tried telling her before that she should show more of herself, but after the war she locked her heart up for good and threw the key away.

I was there when that happened. I will never forget the look on Hermione's face when she discovered the broken body of Ron lying amongst the other bodies on the battlefield. At that moment every kind of emotion seemed to cross her delicate features and a moment later they were gone. I never saw them again. It has been four years and still she walks around with that emotionless expression on her face, constantly quoting things she picked up during the excessive reading she does. It has become an obsession for her to read everything she can get her hands on. In the room she stays at Grimmauld's place or at the library Harry build her there. He constantly orders new books in the hopes of seeing her smile again. But everybody knows that chance is long forgotten. She refuses to talk to anybody about Ron's death and even when Molly came to her talking about Ron, she hardly reacted and recited poems about death. Molly stopped talking to her about Ron.

I guess that she doesn't forget, perhaps because she was never simple to begin with. Not her mind, not her personality and not her love for Ron. That was never simple. Granted, I made fun of them for a long time. the truth was that everyone did. It had taken them at least four years to realize that they cared more for each other then they had led on and it had taken them another year to overcome the whole what-if-our-friendship-breaks-apart-feeling. but in the end Hermione had given Ron the key to her heart and he kept it within his heart, cherishing it, till the day he died and beyond, at least that is what I believe.

But Hermione is not the only one who got affected by the war. Many had lost loved ones. It almost felt like souls had been ripped apart purposely. Harry lost his girlfriend as well. As unlikely as it may have seemed, he had loved Luna to bits. Luna was his everything and he worshipped the ground she walked on. Not many people understood their love, but they were inseparable. It had taken Harry a lot to overcome his pain of losing her. But the way I see it now, it looks like he's beginning to cope with her loss. Sometimes you can still see the pain in his eyes. But he's smiling again, thanks to Pansy Parkinson. Yes, the boy seems to have a knack for making unlikely relationships work.

After the war we all stayed at Grimmauld's place, because we had nowhere else to go to. The Burrow was destroyed, so that's why everybody that didn't already had their own house lived there. That only included me and my parents. Because Pansy was a spy during the war, Harry offered her a place there as well. At first the two of them didn't say much and they were both to preoccupied with dealing their losses and besides that they didn't knew much about each other, except that they were on the same side of the war. Harry used to connect more with the remaining Weasley family, sharing their pain and because we were familiar. It took quite a time before Harry and Pansy started talking to each other. After a while the two of them started to connect more and more, mainly because Harry had the feeling that when he lost Luna and Ron, he lost Hermione at the same time. He lost everyone he felt the closest to. At that time Pansy was one of the few people of his age he could relate to and after a while they discovered they had more in common then they ever could've expected.

I'm glad he's smiling again and I wish I could say that they will live happily ever after, but seeing what we've all been through, I think the scars will stay, no matter what Hermione may have read. I don't think that everything could fade away with time, not after seeing Hermione or Draco for instance. Yes, Draco lives here too. A lot of people thought that Harry was crazy for even letting him in, but I saw Draco when Harry pushed him through the door. The look in his eyes was of a scared boy that had been broken, over and over again. He flinched at every move someone made in the room and looked like he wanted to huddle away in a corner.

Right before Harry took him in, the order found Professor Dumbledore's Pensieve, clearing the names of Draco and Snape. Snape added his own Pensieve to clear Draco´s name further. Especially about what had happened on top of the tower. Even though it was evident that Draco did plan to kill the professor for a while, in the end he couldn't do it. I saw the memories in Snape´s Pensieve as well, even though I wasn't allowed to. I couldn't care less, I just wanted to understand why Harry trusted him that much. It was a weird experience, standing in someone else his memory without anyone to guide you through it. But the moment I was standing on that tower, seeing Draco Malfoy on his knees, crying and asking Professor Dumbledore how he could help make everything stop, I found a new kind of respect for him. Before that he never thought more of him as a lying and conniving bastard, but real tears don't lie. I heard him saying, even though he was almost choking on his own sobs, that he wanted to stop Voldemort, stop the pain and maliciousness he was bringing.

Harry caught me with the Pensieve and instead of scolding me for sticking my nose in other peoples business, he just looked at me and told me to follow him to his room, so I would get to know the whole story. So I followed him and he told me everything, like where he had found Draco, why he was taking him in and how to handle him.

Harry told me that he had found Draco in one of Voldemort's hideouts, shackled to the wall and that it had looked like he was force-fed the raw meat of rats. To make things worse, he had been tortured severely and was surrounded by bodies all shackled to the wall, but it seemed they had left the place, when the war ended and left Draco to die there forgotten by the world. From that moment on Draco became an obsession for me. A preoccupation to forget the war even though I was confronted with it everyday.