Chapter 1 : All was well
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I couldn't imagine one day to explain all of the horror I've been through to them. James who seemed so carefree, but still slept with the lights on at night. Albus who loved reading and still demanded Ginny to read Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump which was his favorite of all the Tales of Beedle and the Bard and Lily who was still so young and seemed as fragile as the flower she was named after.
I felt Ginny’s reassuring hand in mine and I smiled, reminding myself this was what I had always wanted: A family. For a long time I'd puzzled, until I understood that I was finally safe and I was somehow happy. The kind of happy I had been a stranger to until I first sat a foot in Hogwarts, my first real home.
But I still have days, where I wake screaming from nightmares, and it all seems too unbearable to cope with. They never leave my mind… the memories and the one’s who sacrificed everything and I can’t help but wonder, maybe I moved on too quickly, we were all so hurried in getting back to a normal life. At that time it had seemed so right, I wanted to forget everything that had happened, never speak of it and pretend it was nothing but a bad dream.
But now, after many years I realize that decision was very wrong.
Hermione got the idea. She had always relied on her books and suggested we made one ourselves where we could record the things that we wanted to remember.
Ron, Hermione and I began early in May the year James and Rose would start at Hogwarts. We painted, drew and wrote everything down we never wanted to forget. The enchanted ceiling. The visits to Hagrid’s hut. Dumbledore’s few words “Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!” S.P.E.W. Wingardium Leviosa. Norbert. The respect Peeves had shown Fred and George. The Yule Ball. The sorting hat. The warm nights in the Gryffindor common room. Mrs. Weasleys knitted jumpers. Dobby – A free elf. The Room of Requirement. The Marauder’s Map. Dumbledore’s Army. Neville’s Remembrall. Winning the Quidditch Cup. The cold, wet days in a tent searching for horcruxes. Snuffles. Christmas spent at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy, the amazing, bouncing ferret (Even though Ron added that he would definitely never forget that) and so on.
At last Ginny, Neville, Luna, George and everyone else who wanted to join contributed with memories, stories and pictures of the ones who had fallen. The ones who did not die in vain.
When the book was finally done I felt a relief deep inside. I would finally be able to move on and with this book Ginny and I could explain to our children what had happened, the importance of it and we could make them understand. Understand things such as loyalty, friendship, the power of love.
All was well.
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