I would have gone crazy from this pain if it weren't for Ron. My sweet, my gentle, my caring and reliable Ron. Where would I be now, if not for your strong hugs protecting me from the whole world, darling? What would happen to me if not for your confident voice: 'Hold on, Mione, hold on, dear! I will be there, we can handle it!'
You were always there. When we rushed to the Auror Department after the heat of the War. When cranking crazy multi-way operations to capture the remaining Deatheaters. When traveling around the world, looking for all kinds of criminal trash - in the jungle, in the deserts, in taiga, in the snow, you were with me everywhere, faithful and unshakable like a rock.
Contrary to general expectations, we did not get married right after the war. Four years have passed since the day of the Last Battle, Harry was already the Head Auror and I jumped my way to the dubious honor of commanding the unit of the Unspeakables - only then did we realize that it was enough of war for us. Now all three of us wanted just one thing: peace.
We got married quietly, almost secretly. Oh no, we did not love each other. But you had certain problems in your personal life, and I could not allow anyone to touch myself. And we decided that marriage will greatly facilitate our lives. Turned out to be right.
You and I created our little world methodically, diligently, as if we were building a house in which we had to live our whole lives. You stated that you were sick and tired of ducking under Avadas and running across the great wide world in search of all kinds of morons, left Aurors and joined George's enterprise. Soon thereafter, I sent my Unspeakables to distant but well-known addresses, set up a laboratory at home and buried myself in science.
What was our world standing on? Not on love, but on respect. Not on passion, but on trust. We knew each other, cherished each other, put up with each other's "cockroaches", cried into each other's vests and zealously guarded our newfound peace from any invasions. We fell asleep back to back, ready even in a dream to protect each other from any trouble. You happily coddled with the children while I was studying frantically: Medicine, then the Higher Transfiguration and the Master's degree in absentia, then without interruption,Potions and the title of Potions Master also in absentia, then Magical Jurisprudence courses. But no force could make you cook dinner and when you sat down to play chess, I threw my folios and cauldrons away to take Rosie and Hugo for a walk, sleep, or anywhere else: chess were the same for you as potions were for me, it was unthinkable to invade the religious rite under any circumstances. What was between us was more than love. It was 'we'.
Why, why did you succumb to persuasion and returned to the Auror Department? I will never believe that you missed the old days, that you missed the thriller-like work. Be that as it may, you did what you thought was necessary and was pleased for three months.
And then you died, and you left me with two restless red miracles looking at the world with your blue eyes - it was only thanks to them that I did not kill myself. You died, and the whole world collapsed, our world, the world we created and nurtured. I swore on its smoking ruins: from now on I command the parade. If life stubbornly does not want to give me peace, I myself will disturb life. The world will have to make room, and it's a question if it will be enough for me!
I stepped on heads. I ruined fates: if you don't want to do this the easy way - we'll do it the hard way. I trained myself into a high-society lioness and acquired the habits of a terrorist. I got high-ranking lovers, and any doors opened in front of me. I outlawed all my feelings not related to children and put logic and cold calculation at the forefront. I achieved recognition, high status and a lot of regalia, I made a fortune.. and a certain reputation. Thanks to it I don't necessarily always for me command respect, but I have something more important - they reckon with me. For some time now my words mean something in Magical Britain. Severus's prophecies came true. I got everything I wanted.
And even that which I could not think of.