Harry killed Voldemort that day. After he died, the Death Eaters seemed to lost all confidence, and they were easily driven off.
I came home to find my parents safe. Though they had lived in fear that they might be hunted, no one came for them.
I am still recovering from Fred's death, as is George, although I am not quite so deep in my grief as I was before. I have at last spoken with my parents about the night Lizzie died. I can now think of her without an overwhelming sense of sadness.
I am glad to have had these experiences, I think. They were unpleasant, but I have learned things about myself that I did not know before. For that I am grateful, and I am content to spend time with my parents until such time as I take on a career. I am content with the happy memories I have of Lizzie and Fred. I can move on.
