Dear Parvati,

I writing this from a different side of the world then I usually do. I'm in the Patagonian Desert, watching the quidditch world cup. I've missed the last couple, and honestly, I would have missed this one too, except that pretty much the all of the D.A. were planning on going. We're much busier now than we used to be, I don't think that we've managed to get all of us in the same area for at least five years now.

We were given a whole field to ourselves, blocked off from the rest of the crowds. It's actually a little scary when you pop your head of your tent and you see the whole field surrounded by people. It wasn't until nightfall and everyone had finally left that we dared to come out of our tents to talk.

We've changed a lot since you knew us. It's been sixteen years since you last saw us, and we're different now. Almost all of us have families now. We're happy now. The scars, while still there, have faded to the point where it takes someone who also has scars to see them.

The D.A. looks a lot bigger nowadays, with all the spouses and children running around. We didn't get to bed until nearly morning; there were just so many people to catch up on. I think that I stayed up later then I had since my Hogwarts days.

There are still a few more days that we'll spend here, since we still have to watch the final quidditch matches. I don't think that we'll have such a late night tomorrow though, since I think that it's going to be nearly impossible to get people up in the morning. It's probably a good thing that I'm writing this before I go to bed, or else it would never get done.

Will and Erin have both been having the time of their life here. While a number of the kids here are older, The Potters have a son who's about Will's age, and Erin has been visiting some of the Thomas children all night. They're both rather excited about the Quidditch match (probably their father's doing), I am very satisfied just to see all of our friends again.

We took a picture at the end of the party, before anyone went to bed. Well, we really took about seventy, but only two really came out.

The first one is like the other D.A. pictures I have. We're still standing the same way we did, a little older now, with some holes where people used to stand. What's really different is expression on our faces. There's no more youthful joy, no more looks of grim pleasure. There's only a look of content on our faces. We are all where we're supposed to be.

The second one has much more people in it. Everyone in camp has crammed themselves into it, half-asleep children held in the adults' arms. This is my favorite one we took. We all standing next the best people in the world, and in spite of us being surrounded on all sides by thousands of tents, we the only ones there.

Of course, as always happens when I'm near the D.A., I think of you. I talked a lot to Hermione, and we spent a lot of time sharing stories about you and Lavender. It's nothing less than incredible that I can do that, that I can tell memories of you without the pain. I even laughed at you, at your memory. I think that you would like that.

I've never been further away from you then I am now. It's not just the years or distance, though that is part of it. We were never exactly the same, but I'm a very different person from the one you knew. Not completely different mind you, but enough that you would have to sit me down for a long talk. If I had to say one thing to you though, I would say that I've never been happier, and that I'm glad I knew you.

Dawns starting to creep through the tent, so I better try and get at least a little sleep.

With lots of love,

Padma