A/N: This is the epilogue. I was having a hard time deciding how I wanted to do it but then I reread the first chapter and that's how I got the idea to do it like this.

ANGEL (THREE MONTHS LATER)

"And that's our story." I told the group of teens sitting in front of me.

The story was met by silence. Everyone in the room, of course, already knew most of it. It was just a little more intense hearing it first hand I supposed.

It had been three months since the final fight with Voldemort. The Order helped take back everything that Voldemort managed to steal from us. We also managed to round up the remaining Death Eaters and put them in Azkaban.

We lost a lot in that battle. I believe the final body count on our end was sixty dead and ten missing. Sadly, those ten are still missing. We had a memorial for all of them. With everything that everyone had to say, it lasted a whole day. It was hard on all seven of us. Especially when someone talked about one of the lost Weasleys.

We didn't bother to count the Death Eaters but between the fire and the battle that followed, we had taken out at least three quarters of them. We merely stacked the bodies in a pile and burned them. Even Fred's. We decided that if he wanted to live his life like a coward then he'd get shown the same respect as the other cowards.

The seven of us who remained, Harry, Annika, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and myself, found it very difficult to get over the events of those two nights. We knew we still had each other though and that helped us get through it. I guess that's how we all ended up here.

Having others who had gone through the same thing to help us get over it, really helped. That's why we decided to open the Weasley and Potter Support Center for Teens. It was a place where teen witches and wizards who have lost loved ones, whether by Voldemort's hand or something else, could come and talk to us. We'd listen and give them advice on how to deal with the issue.

We pulled our money and bought the land where Weasley's Wizard Wheezes once stood. We built a new building which consisted of three floors. The first consisted of a large commons where we could have group meetings. Their were several rooms on the side for individual activities. Because sometimes, you just wanted to be left alone.

The second floor were our offices as well as smaller rooms for private counseling sessions and the like. And the third held several apartments. They were for any of the teens who had nothing left and noone to take care of them. The plan was to put a roof over their heads and help them get back on their feet.

The whole project took about two months and today was the first day. We had a decent group of fifteen show up. I was actually surprised we had that many. Then again, Voldemort left a lot more scars then last time.

After a few moments of silence, a young witch with a long brunette ponytail raised her hand.

"Yes, sweetheart and what's your name." I acknowledged her.

"My name's Molly Evans (A/N: No relation to Lily but I couldn't think of another last name.)" The girl stated putting her hand down. "I was just wondering what you all have done since? I mean the whole story of that night was all over the Prophet but we haven't heard much of anything else."

I smiled.

"We've asked the minister to keep the reporters away from us. We don't like the world knowing every move we make." I replied. "However, I think it might be beneficial for you guys to hear the rest of it. Because it's the moving on part that is most important to your recovery. It was very difficult for all seven of us." I indicated my family standing beside me. "But we helped each other through it and decided to honor the rest of our family and help others like us by building this place. But that's the stuff you guys already know. This is what you don't know. Harry, Annika, and myself decided to use our father's money to buy the land his house stood on as well as what was left of the house. We magically rebuilt it. And the seven of us now live there together. However, Charlie and I are looking for our own place at the moment. We're getting married in June and there will soon be three of us. So it may start getting just a bit cramped in there."

"We were given permission to go back to Hogwarts and graduate but we decided that it was no longer important." Hermione stated stepping forward. "We knew all we needed to know to survive in this world. Besides, we want to devote as much time as possible to helping teens like you. As far as my personal self goes, Ron and I are taking things a day at a time and enjoying every minute we have with each other. Because if the experience has taught us anything, it's that you never know when your days are going to be over." she stepped back.

I looked over to Annika. She was staring down at the floor playing with her hands. I knew she was trying really hard for all of us but I worried about her. She was having a harder than the rest of us getting over what happened. She still seemed to blame herself for everything. We couldn't get her to believe that none of it was her fault. It was all Voldemort's fault. She didn't believe us though. God, knows she was trying but nothing was working for her. I hoped talking about it in front of other people would help. I just wasn't sure if she was going to say anything or not. I watched a moment as she took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"I'm not going to lie to all of you." she stated. "It's been really hard for me to get past this, especially what happened to George. There are days when I still feel like it's my fault. I know in my heart that it's not but my head doesn't want to believe it. I guess it comes along with spending your entire life being told everything is your fault. Whether or not it is. The truth is, though, it wasn't my fault. I made a stupid mistake that almost cost me my life. But George decided that's not what he wanted, which is why he shoved me out of the way. Which is why every time I think it's my fault, I have to remind myself that George chose to put himself between me and that spell. He was where he wanted to be in the moment. And though, I'm still going through hell, I know that he's looking down on me and smiling because I'm still here. I do wish he was still here with me everyday but I know in my heart that he's perfectly happy with the decision he made."

Her voice cracked and she couldn't say anymore. I wrapped my arms around her and let her cry on my shoulder for a minute. Harry stepped forward quickly. I knew he wanted to distract our audience from Annika. She hated people seeing her like this.

"We all still have some trouble dealing with it. Because let's face it, we all lost people we loved. Nothing is ever going to make that okay but it does get better and easier with time. You just have to keep holding on to the people who love you and want to help you. Let them support you when you need it because there's no way you can get through something like this alone." he turned back to Ginny and reached his hand out to her. She stepped forward and took it. "I don't know how I would've gotten through any of this without you, Gin. You know they were all as much my family as the were yours. You've been my rock and I don't know what I would've done without you." he dropped to one knee and my mouth dropped open. "Will you marry me?" he asked as he pulled a ring box out of the pocket of his suit.

Annika pulled away from me at that point. She had stopped crying and was staring between Harry and Ginny in utter shock. Annika and I knew he was going to propose. We just didn't know it was going to be so soon.

Ginny stared at him for a moment, her eyes brimming with tears. I didn't know if she was in shock or too emotional to speak. So she just nodded. Harry slid the ring on her finger and wrapped his arms around her before bringing his lips crashing against hers. My family cheered and clapped as did the group of teens sitting in front of us.

I couldn't help but smile as Charlie wrapped his arms around me. The past six months had been the hardest of my life but the most beneficial as well. I found out everything I ever wanted to know bout myself. Most importantly though, I found a family who loved me as much as I loved them.

I realized in the moments watching the others congratulate Harry and Ginny that I wouldn't have changed anything in those few months. Yes, we had lost so much but we gained so much more. I knew we'd all be okay because at the end of the day we still had each other.

A/N: And that's the end of Far Away. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm not sure how many of you noticed the fact that I've completely forgotten to expalin what happened to Percy after everyone found out that Fred framed him. Well, I couldn't find a way to incorporate it in here so I'm just going to tell you so you know. Once it was confirmed that Fred had frmed him, he was released from Azkaban with a full pardon.