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He thought of his father's friends that had died in the wars, and the many, many friends of the residents who had also died.
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
He thought of how the world had slipped into nuclear war, many of his parents' friends and their friends' friends being killed in the rioting.
The courage to change the things I can.
He thought of his friends, those who had never known the years before apocalypse, and the many other residents of the city.
And the wisdom to know the difference.
He thought of how it must have looked as the bombs fell, as a small band of heroes including Peter, Angel, Claire, Elle, Connor, and others raced here to friends.
Taking this worrisome world as it is, not as I would have it.
He thought of the many corpses lying dead and buried under the ash and rubble, and the stories and memories that had died with them.
Trusting that everything usually turns out all right and probably will again.
He thought of Giles and the others, and their families that they had started after escaping here.
That I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy in the next.
He got up from the bedside and walked to the door, leaving a small silver cross at the foot of the bed. He smiled as he heard his father call from downstairs, and he opened the door and walked out to join the people of the city of Hogwarts.