The Truth of What Happened that Summer Part I
Another week has gone by, and not much has changed. Draco and I have gone out to dinner again, and I still can't decide if we're dating or not. The strangest thing about it is that I've decided that I really don't care. He's my friend, and that means more to me than anything else in the world.
I suppose I should explain a bit more what happened after the war, leading me to not speak to Harry, Ginny, Ron, Neville, anyone really, in over ten years. It's one of those things that are so simple, yet so complicated, that I don't even know if I can really explain it. It still hurts to think about sometimes, so forgive me if it isn't absolutely perfect.
After the final battle, or The Battle of Hogwarts as it's now known, those of us who were there were left to deal with the memories of what we'd been through. I believe the muggles call it post-traumatic stress. We all felt that we were linked to one another, having been through such a difficult time together. We'd all killed someone, and sometimes it was someone we knew. I killed at least three people, including Pansy Parkinson. I say at least because it was so crazy that night, and it all happened so fast. I didn't want to kill anyone, but it was them or me. I can promise you, though, that I never used an Unforgivable Curse on anyone.
So there we all were, mourning together. Mourning more than just those that we lost, but also our own lost innocence. It seemed so easy to just stay with those who could understand what I had been through. After the dead had been buried, and the trials had begun for the captured Death Eaters, Hogwarts offered the opportunity for those of us who had missed our final year to catch up. It was a 12 week program, preparing us to take our N.E.W.T.s, and still graduate, albeit a few months late. Harry, Ron, and I all took advantage of it. Although it wasn't really the same as during the regular term, Headmistress McGonagall (yes, she took on the position that should have been hers in the first place) asked me to take my place as Head Girl. I should have been overjoyed to have this chance again, but all I could think of was that I was a murderer. I made it through, though. I passed my N.E.W.T.s with my usual scores of O. Harry and Ron both passed, also. And then, on our graduation day, Ron proposed to me.
To be continued...