I was able to visit Al in the hospital wing and I saw you along the way, but you were sleeping and I wasn't permitted to stop. I hope that you're recovering by now, and on your feet again in pursuit of chocolate cake.
I'm doing very well, they say, and the baby is fine as well. I'm not entirely sure where I spent the time of the fighting, but I woke up rather stiff afterwards so I'm sure I was propped against a tree or something.
I'm kidding, really.
It's quiet here. Warmer with the Dementors gone. I see Healers for the baby, and for my mind. We talk a lot. I hope it's working. They say it is. I miss Hogwarts and my view from the belltower, and visits from my friend.