Of all the people you could have fallen in love with…
It was her.
Things never worked out after his death.
It almost seems like a dishonor to his memory to say goodbye.
But you know that both of you have only one thread connecting each other.
Cedric; your brave son…
She is muggle and you are not...and yet...
And the candle flickers light over the food.
Harry Potter began this.
You know that much.
And yet…
And the steam from the fresh bread rose up.
Harry Potter is how it ends.
Her name is Marge Dursley and she's everything.
Her name is Marge Dursley and you think she's enchanting.
Her name is Marge Dursley and her heart is proportional to her weight.
Her name is Marge Dursley and you love her.
You marry after ten weeks.
And you hold your child after three years.
The child has green eyes but they aren't Harry Potter's eyes.
They remind you of evergreen trees and you smile.
"Welcome home, my dear Harridan Diggory…
It's been a long time coming…
But you're finally…
Home."