The next day I got up early to make breakfast for everyone.
The entire time I was cooking I couldn't help but smile about my life. It was beautiful. Happy. Even with the loss I was able to find happiness.
Draco and I were happily together. No matter where we went in the future, we still had these memories together.
Harry and I - brother and sister, were happy. As happy as can be.
Especially Harry, knowing that he had at least one family member after Voldemort had perished awoken something inside him.
I knew it. I could feel it. I could see it.
I had just put breakfast on the table and was making orange juice when Ron came downstairs.
He had obviously just woke up from the looks of his hair and the sleepy look in his eyes.
Without speaking a word to me he crossed the room to tak
