p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I had been best friends with Fred and George since that very first day at Hogwarts. They had dragged me through hell and high water with their pranks and if I'm honest, I was pretty lucky to have made it through all seven years. It had been so difficult when they had left in our sixth year. I knew it was the best thing they could do (Molly was still unimpressed with me for letting span style="font-style: italic;"that/span one happen) and they had been so successful in their new business. It had left a massive Weasley shaped hole in my life, but on the bright side, I had for once had the opportunity to bury myself in my books. The whole Weasley family were like a part of my family; I always visited every holiday and they were like my magical family. My own parents being muggles, the Weasleys brought a balance to my life and I loved the chaos of The Burrow. However, now everything was going to change. The war was coming and it brought with it a feeling that chilled my heart./p