Snapshot: 31 August 1998

Ronald Bilius Weasley:

Harry, myself, Dad, Mum return from the Station after having seen off Hermione and Ginny who return to Hogwarts to complete their last and final year. The journey back home is depressing to say the least and Harry feels it too- I can see him morose and palid. We have had a hectic six months – filled with happy, sad, exciting and memorable moments and a small proportion of embarassing and fun filled ones as well.

We have not gone to Hogwarts. Somehow I cannot picturize classrooms, lectures, professors, wandwork and examinations. The memories of class are wonderful- the ones of Hermione in particular but after what we went through- I somehow cannot reconcile to going to Hogwarts, sitting on the student tables and watching the sorting ceremony. Harry felt the same which was why both of us declined to finish our NEWT year and so basically sit underqualified despite our heroics. Mums attitude is a bit of a surprise really, she feels so guilty about somehow constantly badgering Fred (Her opinion of course…)- that her disciplinarian role seems to have greatly ebbed. For the last six months we have snogged all over the place (we being Myself and Hermione, Harry and Ginny), woken up late and broken over a hundred house rules which were sacred to mum in the pre-battle days- but we have never got as much as a slight from her.

So much has happened since the battle. We are heroes. Yes…me included. For once, Ronald Weasley is a someone in the wizarding world. Interviews of Harry, Hermione, Myself, Neville have been published as the Golden Trio and the Leader of the Hogwarts Resistance in the Prophet, and in the quibbler. Kingsley is a really cool Minister. The Death Eaters have had their trial- and the old toad Umbridge is in Azkaban- for seven years!!!! The only drawback is Draco is not in Azkaban- he has been placed under a fourteen year probation but- the Slimy Git is still free.

Harry bought back the Dursleys to their original home in Surrey- (His uncle of course examined the Title Deeds roughly a hundred times before being mildly satisfied). Hermione and I brought her parents back to England-though I spent a night in jail forgetting my wand and getting charged with kidnapping the Wilkins aka the Grangers and nearly being put into the Lunatic Asylum- when I mentioned the Memory Charms.

The Heroes of the War Memorial- and Burial Ground has been established by Kingsley which is called Gateway of Honor. There lie buried are Professor Snape, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Fred, Dirk Cresswell, Moodys eye, and Dobby as heroes of the War. Freds death has been really hard on all of us- but most of all George. I do not wish to sound arrogant but the WWW business is being held only by me- George skips off work almost every day and is found drunk and incoherent. Nearly four days a week- the phenomenon is repeated, when he does work- he is thoroughly disinterested, and distracted.

Good news is that I have proposed to Hermione and Harry to Ginny and we are now lovers. Mum and Dad were really happy as were the Grangers to my surprise of course. The Ministry awarded us two thousand Galleons each- which Harry donated to St Mungos but Hermione and I have kept as a nucleus for realizing our ultimate dreams of course. Fred did not leave a will- and his share of the profit so far of two thousand two hundred Galleons have been donated to St Mungos as well.

The only thing worrying me is the future. I need a job of course and I still wonder despite being the amazing Ron Weasley to Hermione, how I am qualified to work for the Ministry. I am told I have a terrific acumen for Business and enjoy working at WWW. I have supervised the buying of Zonkos and given the idea of selling to the muggles (the least magical objects of course)- and both have been money earners- but somehow a serious career has never yet struck me. Mum has advised me to become a Trainee Healer like Cho Chang, Dad a Magical Lawyer but without NEWTS neither option is feasible. At least Harry has his quidditch though why he refused Puddlemere Uniteds Seeker Offer still puzzles me. Eight Fifty Galleons a Match and a sign on Bonus of Six Thousand and Five Hundred Galleons is a terrific offer- and Harrys saying that playing professionally will wipe out his memories of the Griffyindor matches seems a lot of bull. Nonetheless his father a superb seeker and Charlie both turned their noses at Quidditch careers of course.

We have reached home and despite the loneliness it is good to be back . Harry lives with us and has not gone to Number 12 more than once- and that was to instruct Kreacher to upkeep the place in his absence. Harry and I slump in the table and mum flicks her wand and two goblets of freshly brewed butterbeer are conjured in front of us- and even as I pick my goblet- I hear the screech of two owls- as they drop two identical letters bearing the Ministry of Magic Crest and also Kingleys personal crest of course.