They had won.

A miniscule silence, then-

Then the pitch exploded.

Everything was screaming and cheering and bursting red and gold. The team flew together and a pair of hands reached her through the chaos and it was Oliver's tearfully joyous face that came into focus.

He kissed her.


The moment explodes. The momentum of everything pushes them together and pulls them apart. She is suddenly terrified that none of this is real but the elated roar still fills her ears and she can still feel his hands where they had been on her neck and she is almost certain that the tears on her face are his so she accepts that this is happening and her heart bursts.

She is everywhere at once- in the crowd, in the air, clutched in Harry's hand as her wings unfurled and everything is right about this moment.

For a moment, life is perfect; for a moment, she is golden.