Well, the time's finally come for me to leave the hell of my flat. I can't believe I spent almost a year-and-a-half there, and I don't know how I could have spent another one like that. I'm really glad that all of the more powerful Death Eaters are in Azkaban, since it means I can finally go home... But I don't know where I'm going to live yet. I'm not going to live in Grimmauld Place, but I suppose I could stay in the Burrow for a week or two while looking for somewhere else to live.
There were times when I thought I wouldn't make it ... times when I thought I wouldn't even graduate... That's why everyone has some idea of where they're going to go and what they're going to do, and I don't. Maybe the only important things I have to do are already done. Maybe I've fufilled my purpose in life...
Even if I have, I guess I should at least try to be more like a normal human being and maybe get a job to rebuild my family's fortune... I could buy a new house with the money. I wonder what my investment in Weasley Wizard Weezes would be worth now... But I guess I will need a job even if I get ten thousand galleons back from Fred and George...
What could I be? I can't be an auror, and I don't want to be too famous anymore which marks off quidditch captain for England... Well, now that I'm in the car that's leaving purgatory flat forever, I should write some owls for advice.
There's no shame in writing an autobiography to tell everyone what has happened over the years either. I really don't think I'm going to do anything too important from now on ... just the right time to write it, too, since my memory's fresh.
But even if I get a lot of money back from Fred and George and my autobiography earns me another ten thousand galleons, I guess I'll still need a job by --
The strangest thing just happened. An owl started pecking on the window, and I let it in. It gave me an owl from Luna. It's inviting me to her house for a week ... maybe she doesn't want to be alone anymore -- I have to go there... I won't dissapoint her again.