So much has changed since that day. And so much happened on that day. A day that would change my life forever, a day that would change many people lives forever. The battle was long and hard, it tested me, pushed me to my limits, both physically and emotionally. But now it is over, and now it's the middle of May, about two weeks after the battle. Harry, Ron and I are staying at the burrow. For many reasons, but mainly because we me and Harry have no other place to go.
Life at the burrow is better than I thought it was going to be, everyone is sad obviously. Sad is an understatement actually. The amount of grief we are all suffering is unreal. The death of Fred is practically unbelievable. I don't see how Molly can still cook for us and clean for us and just keep the house running in general after losing a son. The Weasley family seem to be functioning as normal now, but yet so different because of Fred's absence, but everyone has agreed that Fred would not want us to feel sad and grieve for his death, he would rather our memories of him be full of laughter. But to be honest, they will never be the same again, especially George.
Even after all this, I know that one person will always be there, and that is Ron. I still can't believe it myself when I think that now we are 'a couple' I suppose. I think since fourth year, probably even third, I knew that there was something between us. That wasn't just going to fizzle down. And by fifth year, I knew I loved him. It was as simple as that. But, obviously, being me and Ron, it took us a bit of a while to get things together. And now, well, we are together! It gives me a thrill to know I can kiss him, and that he'll kiss me back. I know it's bad to say it, but I don't think I've ever been this blissfully happy in one Persons Company. It's just perfect.
In the evening, I'll go upstairs to Ron's room, lie down on his bed and curl up in his arms. I don't think I'd ever been so content. I almost wanted to smile at myself because of the fact that we'd finally sorted ourselves out. We'd kiss and he'd smile at me, and we'd talk for hours about the battle, and what we planned to do in the future.
That brings me onto the future. It seems that the world is our oyster. No danger. No Voldemort, it seems almost impossible, a dream, a vision. But, every day it becomes more and more real. I don't know what will happen in the future, I'm just glad the danger is over. And to be honest, I'm simply happy to take every day as it comes. Who knows what will happen next?