Everything must come to an end somewhere, of course. I must let go of Nymphadora's memory somewhere, let her rest in peace instead of pestering her constantly.
I still love her dearly; I will never let go of that. But I will not let something that I cannot control govern my life.
Anna grew up too fast, even though I tried to savor her as long as I could. She's at Hogwarts now, first year, a goofy child with a sparkling sense of humor much like her mother's. Her favorite book is the one I wrote for her…her mum's story.
I did all right as a single father, a werewolf no less. I had my moments, but I always had people who could support me.
I did not date after Nymphadora's passing. I had too much to worry about, and I did not want anyone or anything to replace my Nymphie. I guess I was just afraid to love again.
Christmas has always been hardest for me. The rush of family and friends and the fact that Nymphadora loved Christmas all caused the season to be a blur, a displacement.
Anna loves Christmas. She keeps up what her mother started, trying to make sure everyone gets exactly what they wanted, playing the music, decorating the house, and doing all of those other Christmassy things that I can't be bothered with. When she grows up, she says, she wants to be just like her mum. I tell her to be careful.
I suppose I'll end my story here. Like I said, everything must come to an end, and my story has reached it's end. Thank you for letting me tell you about the two most wonderful people I have ever met: my wife and my daughter.
A/N: It's over! I can't believe I ended it. There may be a sequel if enough people want. Even if there is no sequel, there will always be another story.