A blank page.
Words. Aimlessly written, purposefully erased.
I sit on the grass looking up at Gryffindor tower, the only part of Hogwarts still standing.
Crickets chirp and somewhere a river flows, moving much slower than my brain at the moment.
I try to write of the things that happened here. First kisses and lost dreams, bubbling laughter, heart wrenching sobs. Victory. Defeat. Chaos. Order.
Hatred.
Love.
I smile at the memories of the Quidditch Cup and the Yule Ball, faces aglow and hope in our eyes.
The baby kicks to remind me that I am not alone in my meditations, and I rub my bulging stomach gently.
Silently, Harry sits down next to me and laces his fingers through mine.
We sit in the quiet, remembering the pain of the past, and looking forward to the promise of new life.