Life continued on as normal as life could. It rolled along like a pebble bouncing down a hill. Every once in a while, something new would happen, but life with a broken family was mundane. I loved them more than life but sometimes, I craved adventure like old times.

It was hard to continue life when I had all the memories of all I could lose. Every time I passed by Mr. and Mrs. Weasly's room I was reminded. Every time I saw George I was reminded. Every time Fred kissed me, I was reminded. Every time. And because of that, life became hard. Life was no longer peaceful.

Part of my soul was lost the day that I killed Malfoy. Though he needed to die, I still felt guilty because of his death. It was hard for me to embrace the fact that I was now a murderer. I had killed. And that also made life hard.

Suicide is something that many people would attempt in this situation. Most people would no longer try to live in this situation. They would end it once and for all. I had considered that option. That way out. Sometimes I thought it would be easier. For most people it was easier.

Not for me. If I died, I would kill my brothers as well. That was not fair. They deserved their lives even though I no longer wanted mine. I still had love in my heart. I still was able to feel things. I felt my heart race when I saw Fred. I felt my heart ache when I saw George and Sarah. Everyone was finally happy. Why couldn't I be?

I tired. Really I did. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to enjoy my life. So continued on. I walked on, my head held high. No one knew about my unhappiness. I did not want to scare anybody, but I also didn't want anyone to try to stop me. I didn't want people to tell me that my life was fine. I wasn't fine. And no one could convince me otherwise.

I had to find a way. Even Harry and Chris were feeling my emotions, causing them distress. Pensieve. It seemed my only way out. I stood over one of the gleaming bowls. I could not just leave my memories in one of these. Mine were too strong and powerful. I conjured a great metal bottle and put my wand to my temple. I removed the memories that had caused me so much pain. I no longer remembered Malfoy or why George nearly died. The pain was lifted.

I sealed the bottle. If someone got a hold of these memories, it could tear the family apart. Fred against George. My brothers against me. I had to hide it. I put a sealing charm on it and placed it in my wardrobe along with a protective spell. No one was going to steal my memories.

Then, I forgot. I forgot everything. I continued out my days as happy as a newborn baby. I was living life to the fullest and enjoying everything about it. I forgot for a long time. A very long time. I grew up. I turned 24 and got married, to Fred of course. I was married on the 21st of July. My birthday. It was a great present. Déjà vu. I got it while standing at the alter but I did not know why. It was weird. But I did not remember the truth.

Harry married Ginny the next year on the 15th of July. George married Sarah that year on the 8th of February. Ron and Hermione got married the year after that. Chris was a loner. He had many girlfriends but he was married to his work and had no time for anyone else. He was still the great guy he had always been. Just busy. I still loved him, even though he only worked.

Life continued as normal. It wasn't dull, but nothing really exciting ever happened. Not like the adventures we used to go on, but what were they? What did we do? Where did we go? A new evil began to rise in power and all of the world called on my brothers and I to destroy it. But why? We were nothing special were we?

One night, while I was curled up to Fred on the couch I began to look back on my childhood. I did not remember much except that I was still living at the Burrow. I was not a beautiful woman of 27. My eyes were a stunning green and my hair, lightened by the summer sun, was a light brown. My skin was tan and soft. I was older and wiser. Fred had grown taller and was no sporting a mustache. Otherwise, nothing had changed. We sat there together, still very much in love.

Suddenly the door was flung open and a man in a black cloak entered our home. He pulled out his wand and shouted, "Patrificus Totalus!" I couldn't move. He walked over to us and began to speak.

"I have been sent by the new Dark Lord. Stronger than the one of old. I am to destroy you, for it is prophesized that you are the only one who can defeat him."

Then, I remembered.