Harry walked down the marble stairs and poked his head into the Great Hall. There were mourning families everywhere. The one he most wanted to see was huddled in the corner.
She saw him first. She'd always seen him first. Ever since they were ten and eleven. He just took longer to figure it out.
And even though the world had ended, even though there were no appropriate words, now was the perfect time for them. Because if it wasn't now, it would never be and all of the waiting would have been for nothing.
She runs to him and throws her arms around his neck. This time he won't let go.
He whispers a promise in her ear and holds her tighter.
This time he won't let go.
