7: Ynys Môn
Lily Jones looked at her father and realised immediately. He was frail and colourless; his age-wrinkled skin was grey.
'I don't want you to go,' she sobbed.
'My poor Lily,' Harry said. 'It's hard, but no one lives forever. I made certain of that. I wanted to say that I love you; I'm proud of you.'
'Me? I've done nothing. I wasn't Minister James, or Head of Magical Law Al.'
'You've done what you loved. Harpies mascot, player, captain, manager and finally owner. You followed your dream, Lily,' said Harry. 'You're happy, and that's all that matters.'
He kissed her.