"One beloved person is parted from another: a wife from a husband, a mother from a child. . . in vain do they search in a distant heaven for the part of their lives that has been torn from them; in vain do they reach out for that which in reality has never been taken away from them. The outward relations have been broken: the spoken word, the glance, the warmth of touch we can have no longer. But the griever must simply realize that in its place is given a new inner relation with its own special advantages. . . If we deeply summon the dead, they will come, and they will know whether it is with deep love or hatred that we esteem them. . . " --GT FECHNER

"My heart has been torn. I survived dear diary, but would have gladly died instead of my sweet Freddy."

Molly looked at the words she had written on the battered old page. Harry had found her diary in the rubble that had been her home.

So many things had happened since she had tucked it away. One son had married and one son was buried.

They had come home from the final battle to find the burrow blown to bits. Harry had insisted they stay with him at Grimald Place.

Kreacher had been a different elf. Gently, lovingly caring for them all. Days she had spent staring in to space.

For a while she would be alright, then a slip, like saying Fred instead of George would bring back the searing pain.

She had killed. She had somehow knew that she would. Her children had been in danger and the feeling that she must and would save one of their lives had grown.

But she had not been there to save Fred.

Harry had done it, he had saved them all. It was not without it's costs. Her Fred, Albus, Sirius, Remus and Tonks. Along with hundreds of others.

Molly had looked in to the Harry's eyes and seen the marks of their deaths on his heart. But she had no energy to help him, comfort him, care for him.

Instead he was caring for her and the family. He had also taken to caring for his god-son Teddy and Andromeda.

This man who had given so much still gave. Who would give to him? Her Ginny?

Molly saw them together and a small spark lit in a corner of her cold grieving heart.

Then there was Ron and Hermione. No amount of turmoil would ever tear those two apart.

Life was moving on. Did she have the strength, the courage to move with it?

MSMSMS

Arthur found her asleep upon their bed, the diary clutched to her chest like a child.

He gently took it from her hands and laid beside her.

She woke, looked in to his eyes and they became one. Holding each other, crying silently. Both comforting and being comforted.

A charm returned their faces to a semblance of normal. Arthur took her hand as they headed down to dinner. The strength and comfort in that simple gesture.

Yes she would be strong. With the help of the man she loved she would find the courage to go on.