He loved how she danced in the kitchen at midnight, looking for a snack, in nothing but his long, white, t-shirt.

He loved how when she giggled, she delicately covered her lips with her hands, and when she laughed, they were loud guffaws coming from her belly.

He loved how in the winter, her red hair was split in two braids, and snowflakes coated her face.

He loved how she was exactly 22.2 centimeters shorter than him, and when they hugged she buried her head into his neck.

He loved how she stubbornly insisted on cooking the muggle way, and always slightly burned the top.

He loved her even when she was pregnant and cranky, devouring all the food in the house.

He loved her even when she was angry and yelling, exclaiming how unfair it was to be so young and to have friends dying.

He loved her even when Voldemort broke down the door, and he shouted for her to go, to save herself and Harry.

He loved Lily so much.