She was snuggled up in her bed at Bill's place and couldn't help but think of everything that has happened.
From living with blood supremacists and pretending to be a muggle-hating perfect pureblood daughter befriending the boy-who lived, a Weasley and a muggle-born, all their adventures and then living with one of the biggest family of blood-traitors.
Speaking of, she wondered whether Harry would have gotten her present.
It would be fun, playing Quidditch.
She could just imagine her and Harry in green and silver robes, zooming around the pitch.
There was a light tap on the window.
She lethargically got up and opened the window to let her dear greater sooty-black owl, Christopher in.
He was carrying a note, which was most likely from Harry.
After she untied the letter, Cristopher nipped her ears gently, and after nuzzling her lightly, settled himself on his bird perch.
The letter read:
'Dear Crystal,
Thank you so much for the gift.
The two of us are going to have loads of fun playing Quidditch. I hope we make the team.
The Dursleys have been a lot more bearable than usual.
How're things going on your end? How's life with the Weasleys in Egypt?
Reply soon.
Love,
Aelurus'
Smiling, she gently placed the letter in her side drawer.
For the first time Crystalline Moonstone Magnesite Gray was at peace.