Proud

Most people think I'm mild mannered, they're not wrong, but when it comes to my family there's nothing I wouldn't do for them. A large part of me wants to take a page out of Molly's book and make them go home, where I know they are safe. But I know there are things they need to do, and that each one deserves to fight for what is right and just.

I am so proud of all of them, of my wife for her compassion, of Bill for his strength, of Charlie for never being afraid to take a risk, for Percy for being willing to work hard to accomplish his goals, for Fred for his constant smile and for George for his laughter.

Ron is probably the one I see the most of myself in, but he is far better than me, he's loyal and brave. And Hermione, she really knows what's important in life. I do hope they end up together.

And Ginny, my baby girl, it seems just like yesterday me and Molly brought her home. While she is quite pretty, her beauty has nothing to do with her looks. Her kindness and strength far outshine any part of her appearance.

Harry may not be my son, but he is my family. He's an extraordinary person. He's completely selfless. He's the only man worthy of my daughter. I know he sees her true beauty.

Part of me wanted to keep them all with me forever, but I know I have to let them grow up. They will all be my babies forever, but as I see them now, prepared to go into battle, I know that they have grown up, and they couldn't have turned out better. My boys are men and my baby girl a women. I love them, and while I am fighting for what is right, I am really fighting for them. For them I could die without regret. I've lived my life, and I want them to live theirs, please God, let them live through this, let them be happy, let them be whole. I'll gladly die in any one of their places.

Silent tears stream down my face, and I know that no matter what happens, I have been truly blessed to have such an amazing family. I could not be prouder of any one of them. And with that thought in mind, I head into battle.