I know you can't read this, but it wouldn't feel right if I didn't write this.
Everything that's happened for the last couple of months have been surreal. There were times when I wanted to give up, and there were things I wish I could take back, things I could have done better. We've all lost so much, and I wish we didn't. I still blame myself for your and my sister's death -- and I know everyone's been telling me that I should stop, but I wish I could turn back time and make the both of you come back, so that you'd be here with the rest of us.
I miss you. I think I'll always miss you -- and I won't be the only one; Mona will miss you too. But I think everything's going to be all right; I don't know how and I know I've never been the sort to be too optimistic about things, but I think it will. I can't say I'm going to be perfectly fine, but this is better than nothing.
All of those times when I went out to fight against the Death Eaters -- it was all because you taught me how important it is to take care of the people around me.
So thanks, mate.