XCVII. Finally

He never forgot about her.

Not one day passed when he didn't think of her, of her face, of her eyes, of her laugh, of her humor, of her hands.

Not. One. Day.

Not in Azkaban. Not when he was hiding out on the Hogwarts grounds. Not in Grimmauld Place.

And especially not in the Department of Mysteries, when he fell backward through the Veil and landed in her arms on the other side.

Her whispered, "Finally," was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his life.