Prologue

When you're little, you often dream up ideas of what you'd like your life to be when you grow up. I would like to say that my dreams were different to others, but they weren't really. I wanted to marry a beautiful knight in shining armour, have lots of children and to be able to smile every day. The difference for me however, is that I so very nearly achieved all of that.

When the war had ended, I was filled with a sea of emotions, elation for the fact that we were finally free of the terror we felt during Voldermort's reign, but haunted by the memories of those we had lost along the way. But throughout the happiness, the joy, the sorrow, the confusion of everything that had happened, and everything yet to come, I had a compass – a guiding light in the form of one Ron Weasley. He proposed less than a week after the final battle and I didn't hesitate to say yes. I'd loved this man since I first laid eyes on him, when we met on the train to Hogwarts all those years ago.

There were many weddings after the war. I think people realised how important it was to share the love which they had whilst they had the opportunity. Many had lost a great deal of loved ones and it made everyone appreciative of what they still had.

After the weddings, came the children, and that was where the problem lay. The reason why those around me had their fairytale ending, and why for me, it never came.