It's over. The war is finally over. Voldemort is dead, and Bellatrix is dead, and we are finally free to tear out what they cultivated and make the land bloom the way it was supposed to be. Although it will never be quite the same as the way as it was.

But I still hope that what comes next will be worthy of all the sacrifices made. Especially yours.

There's so much I wish I could say to all of you, both the ones we lost years ago--Gideon, Fabian, you still hover in the back of my mind practically every day--and the ones who laid down their lives just this past weekend. It has been hard, and so upsetting, but I wish with all my heart that you could see the small victories we've had. The children from Moddey Dhoo are free to live openly with their families again, and some of them will actually be arriving at Hogwarts tomorrow. More Sleepers are awakening every day, so the wounds in so many families who were torn apart are beginning to heal. Some of them.

Aurora says the last of the wards will likely fade away and disappear sometime this week. It seems just unbelievable that the prison walls are finally coming down and all of us--muggles, squibs, muggleborn, wizarding folk, and all the other free magical peoples of Albion--we'll all be able to mingle openly in the sun.

We hope you are happy. We hope you are at peace. Some of us are hurting terribly, and some of us are grieving afresh from missing you. But we will be all right.

We will be all right.

You made it possible.

We will never forget you, never.

Thank you.

[Arthur, dear man, I love you. How I wish I could feel your arms around me this day.]