It began as most of these sessions did - a couple of cups of coffee, a plate of Aunt Ginny's home-made biscuits, and a simple question:

"Aunty, what did the twins really get up to at school?"

The older woman began as usual by looking sad, and glancing over to the photograph on the sideboard. In it, two rowdy-looking identical lads with their arms around each other were mugging for the camera. You could imagine that behind the scenes, Molly was fussing and scolding them to stop doing that, and Arthur was trying not to look too interested as he peered over the photographer's shoulder. Ginny sighed, then looked back at her niece with a smile that was surprisingly impish.

"Well, of course, their last day at school was in the middle of Dolores Umbridge's reign of terror..."

Half an hour later Harry peered around the door to see his wife, animated, standing on a kitchen chair and hands flying around as she described the last few moments of her brothers' education. Rose was watching avidly as Ginny re-enacted the broomsticks hurtling around the Owl-level exams, a couple of enchanted teaspoons assisting with the visuals. The normally self-controlled woman's face was alight with joy and reminiscences.

"They didn't! Surely! Not in the Great Hall!" Rose gasped, fascinated. Ginny climbed down and wiped her forehead.

"And then they headed for town and started up the shop. Mum was horrified, but it's done well, and they really weren't the academic types." Ginny smiled again, only a touch of sadness now and a great deal of love. "Of course, they never could have done the shop without a bit of help from a secret source, but that's a story for another time." She looked over at the door, and Harry realised she'd known all along he was there.

Rose finished up her coffee, and silently took the plates and cups to the sink while Harry walked up to Ginny and just held her.

"Good memories?" he asked?

"The best."