Entry Twelve
Harry Potter is a traitor.

Oh, he acts all innocent with his "I saved the world" notoriety and do-gooder attitude, but deep down he is a maniacal evil sister-stealer.

I knew he was up to no good when he suggested we stop be WWW after training. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, but he had a shifty look in his eyes. Ada, one of the evening clerks, told us George was upstairs. We found him in his kitchen, ledgers, parchment and who knew what else spread over his kitchen table. Percy was there helping him go over finances.

George acted relived to see us and offered us a drink. I think he was just looking for a reason to stop working. After about five minutes, Percy asked Harry what was going on.

That is when Harry went from my best friend to a traitor.

He said that he and Ginny were moving up the wedding. After looking at the guest list, they realized that it would be difficult for some to leave Hogwarts to attend. Instead of pushing it back until right after Christmas, or just calling it off (which sounds reasonable to me), they moved it to the end of the summer.
That's right. My baby sister is going to be a Potter in a month. August 29.

I am as disgusted and annoyed as you are.

Mum and Dad already know. Ginny told them yesterday. This means Bill, Flur and Charlie know. I'll admit, I hope my sister told Harry he had to tell George, Percy and I in person.

The three of us put on our best intimidating glares as Harry shifted uncomfortable in his seat. Our glares weren't as affective as what Percy said next, though.

"Is Ginny pregnant?"

Harry about fell out of his chair. He insisted that she wasn't, sputtering and stumbling over his words. I have to hand it to Percy. He freaked Harry out very nicely.
Fortunately, George and Percy needed to finish working. After Harry and I exited the shop, he asked me if I was okay with it and apologized for the rush.

You see what I mean about him being diabolical? He can't let me stew, oh no. I shrugged it off and reminded him to tell Hermione.

"Oh, she already knows. Ginny wanted her opinion before she made her decision. She asked Hermione not to tell. She wanted me to do it."

Ha! Good for Ginny. Make Harry sweat it out.

We returned to our flat, but I headed to Hermione's a few minutes later. She was thrilled about the news and informed me that Ginny already picked out the robes I have to wear. I need to go in for measurements in two days.

Damn you, Harry Potter.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, blindsided brother

Entry Thirteen
Bill's wedding taught me very important lesson- weddings make people crazy.

For the record, I am not terrified or intimidated by Mum or Fleur. They needed help with invitations. I happened to be at the Burrow when they asked for help. I agreed, because as I said, weddings make the sanest person lose their minds. In addition, I needed to look as unsuspicious as possible.

My mission was simple. I was to sort through the list of invitations and check the names off the massive list. I don't think Harry realizes what he's gotten himself into. The Boy-Who-Lived cannot get married without a huge crowd. The reception will be much bigger than the wedding. The reception will be at the Burrow and the ceremony in Godric's Hollow.

Fleur and Mum chatted about Victoire and Fleur's pregnancy. After enduring six pregnancies, Mum knows everything there is to know about the subject.

I made it three-fourths through the stack when Gabrielle appeared to help. I'm glad she arrived when she did. Right before she showed up, Mum started to ask about Hermione and me.

I don't want to discuss Hermione and I's future with Mum yet. I'm not going to propose to her at the wedding. I have something else planned and no one knows the whole story. Or when it will happen.

You see, I've always known that I want to propose to Hermione, but it was a question of timing. I want to be able to take care of Hermione, not that she needs it. I mentioned my plan earlier and I intend to stick to it.

With Gabrielle present, I was no longer needed. I was finally free to do what I came here for. Charlie needed me to pick up something from his room. It was right where he said: in a wooden box on his desk.

I opened the box and pulled out the small moving model of a dragon. It growled in my hand. I grinned.

It would work perfectly.

In the name of secrecy, I cannot divulge what Charlie and I am using this for. All I can say is that I took it to George for step two, along with something else for him to alter. I secured each item in its own dark purple drawstring bag.

My trip to the main WWW shop was, as usual, loud and entertaining. George reminded me that I had agreed to work next Saturday for him. He and Angelina are going to a Quidditch match. George is preparing for the new year at Hogwarts. I'll be spending most of my free time at the shop in Diagon Alley. Between the wedding, training and WWW, the next month looks like a mess.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, on a secret mission

Entry Fourteen

Study schedules.

Hermione made Harry and I study schedules for our Auror exams next week. I'd ask how she knows exactly what we need to know, but it'd be pointless. She's read through my books. She entered Harry and mine's flat in a flurry of determination. We were sitting in the main room listening to the Cannons lose (quite unfairly, bad officiating is what it was) a match. She slammed the schedules on the nearby table and announced that we needed to get to it.

Harry started to protest, but Hermione was already prepared. She said that it was partially Ginny's idea. Ginny didn't want Harry to be stuck retaking his test the morning of the wedding.

I hadn't thought of that.

Harry knew the argument was lost when Hermione mentioned Ginny's involvement. He doesn't want to upset Ginny. (See Bilson, Harry is the whipped one, not me.)

I thanked her for the schedule. I hoped that that was the end of it, but I knew better. Hermione pointed to the first square and told me to get started. She offered to quiz us over the proper procedure to take when apprehending a transformed werewolf and filling paperwork accompanying it. We agreed because if our time at Hogwarts taught us anything, it was that it was easier to agree with Hermione about this type of thing.

These exams are the first step in become full Auror's. The second step is a skills test. I'm not worried about the skills test. It's the first one that will cause me some trouble. After we pass these, we undergo strict in-field training. The class will be split into pairs. Each pair is assigned to an Auror for in-field training. We are supposed to assist with everything, from paperwork to investigation to apprehending wizards.

After Hermione finished quizzing us, I flipped the Quidditch match back on-

-only the hear Puddlemore's Seeker Milligan catch the Snitch.

And Harry thought I was kidding when I suggested he try out to be their new Seeker.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, Dedicated Cannons fan

Entry Fifteen
Chaos. Life is utter chaos.

We all thought that Mum went a little nuts for Bill's wedding. Nothing could prepare us for the nuptials of her only daughter. With Ginny's schedule, Mum took on most of the details. She's delegated many tasks until the rest of us. Charlie is coming in early from Romania to help set up. We aren't telling Mum that he's actually coming for the afternoon on Saturday to work on our plan. If Mum- or Hermione and Ginny- find out what is going on, we're in for it. When she found out that Harry and I have exams (in two days), she let us off the hook.

I never thought I'd be happy to have a test. Auror tests are less stressful then planning a wedding.

All of the WWW products are ready for the return to Hogwarts rush. George and I spent most of last night filling the shelves and arranging inventory. George has come up with a system to move the items from the stockroom to the shelves quickly. He set up a display in the front window at the Diagon Alley store featuring sugar quills, joke parchment, specialized ink and variety fake-injury multipacks. We still need to deal with Hogsmeade.

George hosts several special events at his shops. The biggest is held on April 1, in honor of Fred. George holds a large sale, introduces new products and causes general mayhem in both stores. The family suspects that it's his way of coping with his birthday.

I have to turn in my journal before the test. I wish that passing meant that I didn't need to keep this thing anymore.

I have about five more minutes before Hermione is supposed to be here for more studying. Not enough time to sleep.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, exhausted wizard

Entry Sixteen

I turned in the first 15 entries of this blasted thing, only to be told that I need to continue writing. This exercise must be how the Aurors stay entertained. Bad encounter with a boggart? Let's read how a dragon beat Ron Weasely. Dark wizard got you down? Check out the trainee lamenting about his lack of a girlfriend and how he feels inferior to Ron Weasley (a fair judgment of what is in Bilson's journal, I think).

The good news is that I passed my tests. Harry did better on the hands-on than I did, but fighting Voldemort makes you pretty good at defensive spells. That's his specialty, according to the Aurors. My strengths lie in strategy and teamwork. Making sure everyone is out first makes me a good team player, I guess.

The written test went well. Both Harry and I passed. Thank you, Hermione. It reminded me of the O.W.L.S.

I received an owl this morning saying that in-field training begins Sept. 9. I have some time off, which means I will be at WWW. The shop is almost ready for the Hogwarts back-to-school event. George has quite a demonstration planned for this year. He won't be doing the firework display he usually does. I'm not sure exactly what he is doing. I won't be able to help George as much during the in-field training program or spend as much time with Hermione. It's going to be even worse for Harry and Ginny, what with being newlyweds and all. And no, I'm not blessing the wedding.
I find out my partner later. I'm not going to jinx myself by saying whom I want and don't want.

The wedding is in one week. Ginny still wants to go through with it, for some reason. Tonight Charlie, George and I have a surprise for Mr. Potter. Bill and Percy will also be present for the evening.

I can't wait.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, Auror-verified mastermind

Entry Seventeen
Good morning…er, well afternoon.

When I finally emerged from my room, I found George, Charlie and Percy asleep on the living room floor and Bill on the couch. I had to wonder what bet Bill had won to earn the spot on the couch. It looked like they had found enough blankets. Percy had a half-transfigured box under his head. Part of it was a pillow. I'm impressed he mastered that. Transfiguration is hard to do when drunk.

My brothers and I took Harry out last night. Charlie, George and I have been planning this excursion for a while.

First thing in the morning, a small box arrived for Harry. Harry opened it and pulled out a wooden container. He lifted the lid and found a tiny moving model of a Chinese Fireball dragon. There was no note or anything.

I feigned innocence. It was driving him crazy. It was fantastic.

At five, Charlie and Bill arrived. The four of us then went to the tavern down the road where Percy and George were waiting with the portkey. We took it to Romania-right next to a Chinese Fireball's pen.

For the next couple of hours, Harry learned the fine art of dealing with a dragon. Yes, he's done it before, but this time there was no broom. While Charlie and Harry worked, the rest of us watched in amusement. We all knew that Charlie wouldn't let anything happen to Harry, save a couple of bumps and burns.

Well he IS marrying our sister.

Right, so after the dragon taming, we returned to London. We went to the Leaky Cauldron for dinner and drinks. It was hours before we made it back to our flat.

As I was the first one awake and moving, I had first dibs on the hangover potion. Poor Harry and George missed out.

Don't give me that look. It's not as if I took pictures of Harry standing on the tables at the Leaky Cauldron singing about dragons, dementors and Ginny while wearing a paper crown.

Percy took care of that.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, Best Man Extraordinaire

Entry Eighteen
Ginny is now a Potter.

A Potter…

And the wedding went off without a hitch- amazingly.

The reception, well, that's another story.

Percy came over to help "keep an eye" on Harry. What actually happened was that he woke up first and volunteered to help Harry before anyone else could. As the Best Man and flat mate, I have don't have to help set up the wedding. About an hour before the ceremony, Dad pulled Harry aside to talk to him "surrogate father to son," as Bill put it. I didn't stop to think until this morning how much Harry must want his parents at his wedding. I don't know what good it would have done to mention it.

The ceremony was held in Godric's Hollow. Fortunately, only family and friends were present.

Hermione looked stunning. No, gorgeous, No, spectacular. She wore a silvery dress that…wow.

But this is about Harry stealing my sister…not me drooling over 'Mione.

Anyways. There ceremony went great. Ginny is now a married woman and all of that. The reception was where things got a little messy. It started out fine. Mum and Ginny decided to throw it at the Burrow. This way, there was a little more room for more well-wishers.

Percy, George, Neville, Bill, Seamus and Katie kept an eye on the guests. A couple of hecklers (former Voldemort supporters) were "escorted" out. I don't know much of the details, but no one was hurt or anything like that. I was doing my Best Man duties. Hey, don't look at me like that. Someone had to make sure that Harry kept his hands to himself. I wasn't busy with Hermione. Nope.

It wasn't until the cake was served that disaster struck and by disaster, I mean hilarity. George rigged up some of his fireworks to go off when the cake was brought out. When Harry poked his fork into his piece, it exploded. Not a huge explosion. Just a minor pop that scattered icing all over him. I have no idea how George knew which part of the cake Harry would receive. It wasn't a huge prank by George's standards, but it was funny.

Needless to say, Mum freaked out. She knew it was George (like there was a question). She reminded everyone within earshot why you don't mess with Molly Weasley.

It wasn't until people started dancing did something happen. I'm not saying it was my fault. Fifty percent. Okay, fine, more like 80 percent.

Fine! It was my fault.

You see, I was dancing with Hermione and guess who walked up? Yep, that's right, Victor Krum. Now I know it's stupid to get jealous. It's ancient history. You have to remember though that I am Ron Weasley. I have the emotional range of a teaspoon. He asked for a dance, Hermione agreed and off they went. Somehow, I found myself dancing with Luna who spent the time telling me I had nargles in my ears or something. After the number ended, I cut right back in with Hermione. It would have been fine had I note opened by big mouth.

Now I trust Hermione, I just don't trust Krum. She wouldn't have it, though. We ended up shouting at each other in the middle of the dance floor. No need to go into the details of the fight. It's not important. George came up and pointed out that we were putting on a show. This infuriating Hermione more (with me, not George).

Anyway, Hermione and I got over a spat some time later. We apologized to Harry and Ginny, who laughed it off and said that they expected it. I believe there was a bet on it, but that's still unknown. I'll have to talk to George about it.

The worst part was, though, when Hermione made me apologize to Krum.

It was almost as bad as Harry marrying my sister.

Almost.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, I really meant it

Entry Nineteen
Harry needs to move out.

See, he and Ginny haven't agreed on where they want to live. With Ginny leaving for a two-month (save for a couple days off here and there) tour and Harry's in-field training negates the rush to find permanent housing. Deep down I think it comes down to packing. No one wants to do it. We leave for training in a couple of days. Harry and Ginny are all over each other, all the time. It's driving me nuts. I'm going to Hermione's whenever possible, but I can't enjoy a Quidditch over there. All of my Cannons stuff is over here. Hermione won't let me bring over the shrine. I need it to wish the Cannons luck. She says there's not any room for it. It will fit if I shrink it a little.

I don't understand why they can't stay at Ginny and Hermione's. It's revenge for something. I don't know what. It's probably Ginny. She can't let things go. It's not as if I meant to burn a hole in her toy cauldron when she was seven.

I've made my peace (well kind of) with Harry marrying my sister. Don't tell my brothers; they'll never let me live it down. Actually, let's keep this quiet. For the record, I can't stand it at all. I can't take them pawing at each other every other minute. I wonder if I could talk them into visiting Bill for a few days…or many Charlie. We all know how much Harry likes dragons (ha!)

I've been working with George during the days. The Hogwarts rush is over. In roughly a month orders will start coming in. George has already started production on the special Halloween items and preparation for the first Hogsmeade weekend. Who would have thought he was so business-minded?

We're thinking about a new line of items to go along with the love potions: wedding-themed. People have been asking for the fireworks that appeared at Harry's and other weddings George attended. George had been working on special fireworks. We were thinking about some type of floating lights or flowers that change colors. It's still in the planning stage.

Working at WWW is hectic, but it's a nice break before the in-field training begins. I'll find out my partner when we report in.

Please not Bilson.

It'll be Bilson, watch.

Wonder if the Aurors take bribes?

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, disturbed flatmate

Entry Twenty
It was Bilson.

Big surprise.

Fortunately, Harry is on the team, too. The three of us are working with Auror Anne Pinkerton. Four people seems like a large group, but the department can't spare too many for training purposes. Voldemort's long gone, but Dark Wizards still appear.

Bilson, Harry and I each accompany Anne on her shifts at Azkaban. Only one of us goes with her per shift. When we aren't at Azkaban, we do various field exercises. In addition, if Anne is assigned to a mission, we go with her.

There's a raid tomorrow night. The Aurors found a storehouse that must have belonged to a Dark Wizard. It was empty when the investigators were there yesterday, but no one knows if the owners will return or who the owners are. The house is full of items filled with illegal dark items. Anne is going to go over the specifics tomorrow before we leave.

Today we're working on defensive spells with each other. Harry has no problems with him, which is why he's the one shooting at Bilson and me. I hit Bilson with a leg-locking curse, not that I enjoyed doing that or anything. Bilson does need to increase his speed if he wants to make it out there. As far as I know, he's never faced a Dark Wizard before. Harry gave him some pointers on shield charms and I hope he listened.

I'm heading to WWW in Diagon Alley after practice to cover for George. One of his suppliers was giving him problems, so he's heading out to deal with that. Hermione is supposed to bring dinner. She'll probably stay the whole time, since I'm going to be by myself.

That reminds me, I need to hide the box in the stockroom before she arrives.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, jack of all trades

Entry Twenty-one
I am exhausted. The raid ended about two hours ago. I literally fell through the fireplace. There's soot all over the carpet but I really don't care. Harry went over to Grimmauld Place to talk to someone about fixing the place up. He told me, but I forgot. I'm amazed I remembered my address to be honest.

We arrived at storehouse at dusk. Harry, Bilson, Anne and I went around to the side of the storehouse. There was a metal ladder on the side of the building. I led the group up to the top. Anne ordered Bilson to watch the exit. Harry and I stood inside, not too far from the door. Anne was positioned farther forward.

The team below entered and a fire began. A Dark Wizard ran up the stairs to use the outside ladder I guessed. Harry Stunned him. More Dark Wizards began running towards us. Anne was shooting hexes left and right while Harry continued Stunning and disarming. I helped Anne.

There was a blast behind us and we heard the scraping of metal. The ladder was being torn away from the building. I ran to the doorway, saw Bilson and cast a spell to slow his fall. It worked. He's covered in bruises, but he's alive.

The raid was a success. Ten Dark Wizards were captured on at Azkaban. The dark items were confiscated and taken away for investigation. There were a few Muggle items in the mix. Agents are already out looking for anymore.

The raid reminded me of the war. It doesn't matter if you like the person or not, you have to watch each other's backs. Anything can happen in a split second. I want to work on my Shield Charm before the next raid. I'll ask Hermione to throw some hexes at me. She won't show me any mercy.

Harry and I are due at Azkaban in 12 hours. I need to sleep. Going into that place with even a shred of negative emotion is a horrible idea. The hallways carry the despair of past prisoners.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, Dark Wizard apprehender

Entry Twenty-two
Hermione and I spent this weekend moving Harry and Ginny out of their flats and into Grimmauld Place. Once word got out that Harry needed to fix up the old house, dozens of wizards offered to help. Harry was able to find the help he needed to turn it into a nice place to live—with a room for Teddy. It took the entire weekend to move them, even with magic. Harry accumulated a lot of stuff over the past couple years. Ginny and he went through it all. There were countless trinkets people had sent Harry in thanks for what he'd done.

After Harry and Ginny were settled, Hermione and I came back to my flat. It seems silly for us to rent our own flats now. Ginny mentioned it to us earlier today, but Hermione brushed it off. I'm not worried about it. There's no reason to rush.
The Auror Department wants to see our journals in a few weeks. The entries will be analyzed. I guess they are looking to see how we're dealing with the training. I'm still convinced it's for their entertainment. The Aurors need something to do during down time.

Aurors don't spend every waking moment hunting down dark wizards. There's a lot of paperwork and research involved. Some Aurors specialize in certain fields, like research or interrogation. I'm not one for interrogation. I'm better at the planning stages. Anne said that she'd like me to participate in and observe more mission planning sessions.
It won't be long before I'm a full-fledged Auror. Anne predicts graduation in December or January. The final tests take place in November—if she thinks I'm ready.

Next week, George, Charlie and I are dragging Bill out for the evening. He needs to get away for a couple of hours. More accurately, Fleur needs Bill to calm down. He's stressing out about her pregnancy. He's worried about money, something we all understand. Fleur asked Charlie to come home for a weekend to deal with Bill. Percy is going to try to make it. He tries to attend all of our outings whether he wants to go or not.

The night is all planned out. We're taking Bill to the new pub in Diagon Alley, The Quidditch Pitch. It's wall to wall Quidditch. Harry and I went there a couple of days ago. We didn't intend to stay long, but once everyone found out Ginny…well…a bit of an argument started between Harry and the brother-in-law of the Seeker (Maxine Miller) Ginny knocked off her broom during last years' finals. Not to go into detail, but good thing no one would ban Harry Potter.

Hermione and Ginny aren't to find out about that event. Ever. I'm not sure who will be more angry.

Let's just keep this between the two of us, okay?

Good.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, Not so innocent bystander

Entry Twenty-three

Auror Pauline Scott was killed last night. Three Dark Wizards attacked her outside of her daughter's home in Surrey. We don't know what they wanted or why they were there. We're not sure who the target was, Pauline or her daughter and her family. Pauline's daughter Mavis works in the Ministry for the Department of Muggle Artifacts. This morning, Harry, Bilson's and I helped move Pauline's family out of the area. Anne said that they might need a secret keeper. This made Harry nervous. An Auror high in the department will do it if necessary, according to Anne.

We've spent the day combing the neighborhood but found nothing. I can't believe it's a random act of violence. There was no Dark Mark, something that the few Voldemort supporters still around use whenever they're up to something. It's as if they don't want us to forget about him. Like we ever could.

Harry, Bilson and I were told today that here were notes of potential attacks by Dark Wizards. The notes showed up in what we took from the raid. No one wants another war. Everyone available is going out to find these Dark Wizards and stop them. Harry, Bilson and I heading out with Anne in two days to check somewhere in France where a group of Dark Wizards are supposedly living.

Tonight Hermione and I are having dinner with my parents and whoever else walks in to eat. Percy will be there, no doubt. Maybe George. His Halloween items are a hit so he may not make it out of the store. I'd be there too if I weren't set to hunt down Dark Wizards. Not that he has to worry about missing a home cooked meal. Mum will stop by with food. Sh's always sending food to all of us. Mum is having a Halloween party tomorrow night, but Hermione and I can't make it.

Wonder if she made her spiced apple cider a day early?

I wonder if Percy's black eye is gone?

I bet you're thinking there was a fight at the bar the other night. Nope, this was a flying accident. You see, after a few drinks, us Weasleys, Harry and some random people from the pub thought it'd be a great idea to play Quidditch so we high-tailed it over to a field (we weren't flying drunk), transfigured some goals and went to it. The problem was that Percy is not very good. He usually plays the other Beater. George is so good that he kind of makes up for Percy.
It seems Percy decided that he needed to help us win the match in another way. He was racing after the other team's Seeker, per George's instructions, when he jerked to the left. The Seeker's elbow went into his eye and they both almost fell off their brooms. The other guy was fine.

George told Percy the next morning when he came over to help with accounting that he should keep the black eye. It gave him something "to get in with woman." Percy sputtered a bit, something about Audrey (on and off again girlfriend) and left it at that. He tried to, anyway. George pointed out that the two of them had physical deformities (even if Percy's was temporary) and therefore should work together as a team. It was really weird to hear him refer to Percy as his teammate for this kind of thing, but I suppose it's a good sign for George. I don't think I'll ever get used to it and I'm not sure that I want to. That remark probably gained me a potential psych evaluation with the Auror's next time they check this stupid thing.

Speaking of that, I don't have to turn this in again for a while, what with the whole Dark Wizards thing.

Oh, and we won the Quidditch game. That last goal didn't count. Harry'd already caught the Snitch. So it was the last second. It counts for us.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, Dark Wizard Hunter

Entry Twenty-four
I'm leaving for France in three hours. I have no idea how long I'll be gone. Hermione is sleeping next to me. We stayed at my place tonight. That way, I wouldn't have to drag my stuff over to her place and then back out again. I also hadn't finished packing.

I proposed to Hermione tonight. I know that I promised myself I wouldn't do it until I'd been an Auror for a while and could give us a proper home, but it feels right. I'm not sure when I knew it. It was a few months ago. It wasn't seeing how happy Ginny and Harry are. It was something a realization I had to make on my own. The only people who knew about it were Harry and George. Harry because well, it's Harry and George because I needed his help. I didn't want to hear ideas on how to propose. Hermione needed to see that it was completely my idea.
I took Hermione out to dinner. After we ate, we walked around Diagon Alley to look at the Halloween decorations. We stopped at a couple of stands. Finally, we came back here. I brought out a couple warm mugs of Mum's spiced apple cider and a tray of cookies she'd sent home with me last night.

I handing Hermione a wrapped book. She asked me why and I told her it was an anniversary gift.

Warning: Do not tell a living soul I said this. Especially not George.

Halloween is the anniversary of the day that I realized that Hermione was important to me. During First Year, a troll was let into the school by a professor (long story). I'd said something rather…well awful about Hermione. She heard it and hid in the bathroom. I was absolutely terrified when I saw Hermione with the troll. I didn't understand it then, but I do now. I wanted to propose on a day that was important. I thought about doing it on September 1, but it wasn't the right time. Halloween seemed to fit.

Hermione unwrapped the book. It was Hogwarts, A History. It wasn't a new copy. I'd dug out my old copy and had George modify it. Hermione opened the front cover and gasped. She stared for a few moments. I wasn't sure if she was happy, in shock or going to tell me off for what I'd done to the book. I'd had George make a hole in the book pages. The ring set in the hole. It was a gold band with a diamond in the center. A small emerald sat on either side of the diamond.

Hermione finally spoke, asking me if it was what she thought it was. I confirmed it as she pulled out the ring. The hole then disappeared and the book looked as it normally would.

See, I didn't destroy a book.

Fighting in the war taught me more than I can recall about the dark arts. Training as an Auror has taught me how to use those skills in a more logical fashion.
I hate to admit it, but keeping this journal was a good idea. It helps me keep tabs on what has happened. It's far too easy to push it all aside and not deal with it. That type of thing creeps up you later on. I don't want that to happen.

That's off the record, by the way.

I don't know if I'll be an Auror for the rest of my life. I could see going into the joke shop full-time years down the road. All I know is that proposing to Hermione was the right thing to do tonight.

Signing off,
Ron Weasley, journal writer

P.S. Hermione said yes.

The End