"Always wanted a boy," Victoire muttered in her sleep. "He always wanted a boy..."
Harry, who was just conveniently passing by his daughter's room, heard this and felt his heart clench. He half-rushed half-tiptoed into her room and began gently massaging her hand, assuring her that he was totally wrong to ever say that. He told her that he loved her, began stroking her, and then all of a sudden, Victoire, while still in her sleep, latched onto Harry's arm. Harry could soon see her back to sleeping peacefully.
As Fleur then passed by, she smiled at the heartfelt scene.