We sat there together, watching the sunrise. The sky was painted with orange, red, and purple hues, as if some sort of paint bomb had exploded on it. To me it symbolized a new beginning. We had won. Lightness had over-powered the darkness. His arms encircled my waist, tentative, but there. At the moment, that was all that I needed. I needed to know he was there, just as he needed to know I was there. I stretched my sore neck to peek at his face. He was frozen, tear tracks apparent on his dirty face, smiling up at the colorful sky. He wasn't entirely happy; who could be anyways, but he was at peace. It was funny how well I could read him, I knew him like the back of my hand. I had spent years trying to memorize his freckles, only to find that I had already memorized them, only unconsciously. I guess that's what happens when you fall in love. You may never know that your in love until your in trouble and the person you need and want most isn't around. But I knew now. I was in love with Ron. And I was positive he was in love with me.
We sat there, the only patch of ground not covered in blood or debris, and watched the sunrise. The sky was beautiful, as if it was mocking me. How could something so beautiful still exist with so much hurt and sorrow in the world? Even though I knew nothing could change the past, I hoped Fred was enjoying himself up there with Tonks, Remus, Sirius, and the countless others that had died for this cause. They had died for peace and for love. Something only the bravest of people could do. They had died for what was right. I couldn't help but smile. It was okay to be happy. Quickly glancing down, I saw her staring at the sunrise. She sat cross-legged in my lap staring up at the sky like a small child looking at the stars. It was going to be okay. Right now my only source of comfort was her, and I wouldn't have it any other way. She was still tense, as if waiting for an attacker to pounce, but she was relaxed. Glancing back at the sky above me, I realized something that she probably already knew. I was in love with her. I knew her like the back of my hand. I knew how to get on her nerves and how to comfort her. Even though I had almost lost her more times then I wanted to count, I knew one thing for certain. I was never leaving her again.