After he died, she started to destroy herself and I could do nothing to stop her.

After the final battle he, like me, had become an Auror. Even though Voldemort was gone, his followers still remained loyal to his ways. The Death Eaters, well most of them, were still causing havoc in the magical world. It was less organised and they were fighting a loosing battle but, they were still fighting.

We worked as a team catching some of them, we never killed, we never sank to their ways. The ones we captured, Dolohov; MacNair; Lucius Malfoy, were sent to Azkaban. No longer guarded by the Dementors but, by Thestrals and Hippogriffs.

Straight after the battle they had got married, like me and my wife. We both conceived children. My child was born in late February and theirs was due mid-March. But, he never knew his wife was rushed to hospital as he fought his last battle. We were fighting Bellatrix Black. We fought hard and she was nearly beaten but, just before she was defeated she sent on last, fateful killing curse. It hit him squarely in the chest. He fell. I cried out but, I knew it was useless. He was dead.

I returned to the house we all shared, expecting to find my wife, my child and his expectant wife. But, I returned to an empty house, finding only a quickly written note telling me that they had, had to go to St Mungos. My heart broke.

He had never got to meet his child. Never got to meet the infant that so handsomely resembled him. I believe it was this curse that sent her into her wild depression. Her child was a constant reminder of what she had loved and lost.

I continued to work, now alone. Choosing not to have another partner. I could never trust someone to have my back quite like I trusted him. I slowly got back into my old routine. Coping well with my best friends death.

She, however, did not cope. She turned to the drink. Crying constantly. I tried to console her. She had become like a sister to me. She was so out of control that she could no longer care for her child so my wife took it under her wing, while I tried to care for my friend, who was gradually destroying herself.

I used to go out, looking for her when she did not return home. I would find her in a nearby bar, drunk. I hated seeing her like this every night but, she wouldn’t listen to me. Then she started bringing strangers back to the house. We would hear them. We never saw these strangers the next mornings.

Then one tragic night after I had brought her home and laid her on her bed. I bade her Goodnight.

As I left I turned and saw, to my horror, my friend, my sister, bring a vial to her lips and drink its contents. When she screamed in pain and ran to her side. I pulled her head my chest, silent tears rained down from my eyes. I stroked her hair until she breathed her final breath and her body went limp in my arms.

I was still crying when my wife came to her room. She looked and started to cry as well. She sat beside me and I cried into her neck with my friends head in my lap ‘til morning came.

And now I stand by the grave of my friends. A friend who destroyed herself, when all I could do was watched it happen. Reading the words, stood next to my wife, holding both children tightly;

Hermione Jane Granger
She died because she lost her love
Now she joins he who lies next to her
In the next life

Ronald Bilius Weasley
He died fighting bravely
So his family could live on
In happiness

With that Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Potter returned to their house with their children James Sirius Albus Potter and Jane Molly Lily Weasley.

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