Private
I went and talked with Mum and Dad.
It's always hard to tell them goodbye, even for ordinary reasons. Going off to gather the bloody mistletoe, because Luna's making tincture and she can't get it off the roof. Spending the night keeping an eye on the Whomping Willow babies. Whatever the reason. Now is much harder. Because I don't *know* if I'll be back.
Oh, I know that they'll be taken care of. Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout wouldn't let anything happen, bless her. But I still catch myself pushing that much harder, trying to get a response from them. Something to take with me into the fight. And they can only do what they can do. So I go back feeling confused and lost.
I wrote a letter to Gran, for if I don't come back. I left it with Professor Flitwick--Professor Sprout wasn't about. Probably working on something. Just making sure she knows I know how hard she worked. That I love her.
I thought I'd be petrified but I'm not. It's here. The fight *is* coming sooner or later. There's nowhere to turn to get away without leaving everybody else to take the brunt. It's a bit of a relief, honestly. Now we'll get on with things.
And if things go badly, well..I can't think of a better set of people to have done it all for.
Locked to Ernie Macmillan Ernie. I just wanted you to know it's been brilliant. You're a fantastic friend. And I'm *not* planning to pop my clogs, mind you. But it's good to get the embarrassing stuff said in private, yeah? Anyway. You take care of yourself, mate. And bonny Susan.