Life after the War

Grandmother

Today was a very bad day. A very bad day indeed. Today my grandmother died of old age. She was one-hundred and seven. I haven't seen her in a few years. I spent all my time and at my dads house and the Weasleys. Of course, I had invited her to the wedding but she claimed she was too ill to leave her small canary yellow house that she brought me up in. 

I love my grandmother, I really do. But with Voldemort out on the loose, I couldn't be comunicating with her or the Death Eaters would torture my whereabouts out of her since I know Harry and all that jazz. 

My grandmother raised from the time my parent were murdered to the time I left her house. That women was the smartest witch I knew. Besides Hermione. But she could recite any potions book cover to cover. She could also tell you about any wizard ever. She truly was the smartest witch I knew. 

And now shes gone. 

But she lived a great life. Other then her daughter and son-in-law dying and having to raise her grandchild, yeah, she had a great life. Although I wish she could've gone to the wedding. But George and I sent her some pictures that a photographer took of us and the wedding and stuff. 

Right now George was at the joke shop, Adam was taking a nap, and I was on the couch watching TV. It was this stupid cooking show in Mexican, so I didn't understand any of it. My eyes were puffy and red from crying so much and my cheeks had dried up tears on them. I hated that all of my blood family are dead. Hated that I kept having bad luck and people I love keep dying. Hated that every time I'm on top of things and then the world just tumbles down on me, crushing me and breaking me down until I'm nothing but a puddle of blood. 

I jumped when I heard a tapping noise at the window. I hopped off the couch and opened the window for a beautiful brown owl. It landed gracefully on the kitchen table. I walked over to it and untied the parchment from its leg. I quickly unrolled the parchment and read it. 

My heart sped up as I read it over again. And then a third time to make sure what I was reading was true. 

Dear Alexis Weasley,

I hope you know that the new school year is starting back up very soon. Since Voldemort is defeated, our Defence Against the Dark Arts position no longer cursed. I would like for you to please come in on Friday for an interview to became the teacher of the class. I know that you will be a great teacher! Oh, and that was a lovely wedding. I very much enjoyed it!

Sincerly, 

Minerva Mcgonagal

I started jumping up and down, squealing like a little girl. Adam started crying from his room. I ran into the room and picked my baby up. "Oh Adam, mommy's gonna be a teacher at Hogwarts!" Adam had stopped crying and started smiling down at me. 

Of course, if I do get the job, we'd have to get a babysitter for Adam. I know Molly would watch him. Things are finally looking up for me!

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