Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, Harry Potter and his wife Ginny were sitting with their 18 children eating Christmas dinner. Outside it was snowing, and the whole house seemed to glow with light from the fireplace. Harry held Ginny's hand and looked into her eyes. At last they were together. They had come through so much, but it was worth it.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Harry got up from staring at Ginny and opened the door. There was a pause……..then a man entered. He was wearing a balaclava. Harry stood back aghast. How could his best friend Ron hire a personal hit man?
There was a bang and then a shuddering noise, as blood sprayed the walls of the newly furnished living room, adding a dash of colour to the modern minimalist interior. Ginny looked up as Harry's (incredibly small) brain flew across the room and landed in top of the Christmas tree.
"I suppose the fairy was rather dull" said Ginny.