It was just a normal day.

There was a cold wind in the air. The occasional shower fell on to the road outside. Small drips were heard against her window and she watched them form slowly, her mind slow and steady. It was cold enough for frost, although too late for snow.

At the thought of snow, an echo of a memory surged through her mind. Unformed heads, the sound of giggles and yelling. Snowball fights, snow angels and pure, unadulterated fun. Hogwarts. She wasn't sure what year, maybe a mixture of them all. She felt nothing at this memory but a small distinct sense of happiness.

She had never really liked the snow. It made her nose sting and she was always anxious in case she became unwell. But, no one could deny, that, when the snow came, great fun was always to be had.

It was just a normal day.

She'd been busy, as usual. Her job at the Ministry kept her busy, at all times but she was paid well enough for it. She would have detested an uneventful job and this one suited her perfectly, the stress and exhilaration of it all kept her from getting bored.

It was just a normal day.

It was the first time she'd gotten to suit down all day and think. She was at home now and, with a quick glance around, she realised how infrequently she got to really admire it. Work took up a lot of her life, just as she had always planned.

As she looked at the warm fireplace and comfy couches, she remembered another room of comfort and familiarity. Her second home, so to speak. The Gryffindor Common Room.

She let the memories wash over her, late nights of studying, fights with Ron, private talks with Ginny, scheming and analysing with Harry, laughing and joking and celebrating and grieving and living with all her friends. She had loved them, just as she would have a family; a close, loving family.

It was just a normal day.

She hadn't been to the graveyard. She hadn't thought about him at all, except realising what day it was and how it concerned him. She hadn't cried or talked at a ceremony or anything of the like.

It had been so long ago now.

It was just a normal day.

And yet it wasn't.

Harry Potter had died this day, ten years ago.

And she hadn't forgotten.

Nor would she ever forget.

She saw him now in her mind. His face, flashing eyes, angular chin, glinting glasses and messy hair. She saw his expressions, ranging from when he'd held up his very first snitch to the cheering crowd, to when his heart had broke as he watched Dumbledore fall…

Just as she felt the thin pricks of sadness creep upon her, she heard the door click.

It was just a normal day.

Because her friends were all here, supporting her, laughing with her, joking yet respectful, remembering with no signs of regret. Her friends were here, without ringing, because they knew she'd have told them she was too tired after work. They were here because they loved her, she knew it, and she loved them and they knew it.

It was just a normal day.

Because life goes on. She knew it, they knew it. Life goes on, and she would see Harry again then. After all, she heard them behind the veil too, she just hadn't understood then…

It was just a normal day, and she was happy.