I am standing in the back garden of the Burrow. It is morning, just after the dawn. I like to get up this early sometimes, just to see the world waking up. The sky is a clear, crystal blue. There is a crispness to the air with the early hour causing a slight chill around me.

I love how the world feels at sunrise. There is such a stillness and calm about everything, and I feel like the whole world is muted as it goes through that hazy phase between sleeping and stirring.

I stay out here a while, sitting on the grass and just enjoy this feeling. The sun begins to rise higher in the sky, creeping over the trees so the rays fall on my body and causes the shadows in the garden to shorten.

Ron and Harry wander out after some time, and join me on the lawn. We have the anniversary memorial service marking one year since the final battle today. None of us are looking forward to the orchestrated tribute to remember those we lost. The pain caused by the war affects each of us daily, but we know this afternoon'a gathering at Hogwarts will make today harder than most.

"Do you two want to come mind Teddy with me tomorrow? Andromeda needs a bit of time off so I said I would go round," Harry asks us, breaking into my reverie as the only sound we have heard for a while apart for the light singing of birds in the trees. Harry often looks after Teddy and there is a special bond between the two, and an unquestionable love in Harry's eyes when he talks about him.

I nod that I would like to come and Ron answers, "Yeah, that'd be nice, I love babies."

This is the first I have ever heard of Ron's feelings towards children. I let my mind wander to a thought that would have been impossible to imagine a year ago. Ron, in a pale yellow nursery, rocking our child gently to sleep with an out of tune lullaby.

Maybe one day children with Ron could be an option. But the future can be whatever I want it to be. This is what we had fought for, why we risked death, so we could live.

And little Teddy, so young but still touched by the hands of war will one day be told why his parents are no longer with us. But it's thanks to them and people like them the world he grew up in was safe.

Lost in my thoughts I haven't been keeping track of the conversation going on between Ron and Harry. They are both laughing at something Ron has said, and it's not forced like we sometimes do to keep a pretence up, but true heartfelt laughter. Harry lets out a snort which makes both him and Ron laugh even harder. Ron turns to me with his startling blue eyes shining and I don't think I could love him more.

I realise I am happy. Not simply surviving, not just coping. I'm happy. The pain and grief from the war will never truly leave us, and there's still plenty of work I can do to better the Wizarding World. But I know Ron, Harry and I will do what we always have done, and work through it together.