I wouldn't be around forever.

I was aware of what I was. Fleeting. Brief. Mortal.

I would die someday, long before Thomas. He would outlive me by centuries. If he managed to stay alive, but he was good at that.

I had always worried about it.

Now, though, I didn't have to. Not anymore.

Because Harry was all I could have hoped for. He had a wizard's lifespan stretching ahead of him, long enough to rival Thomas'. He could be there for him, be there when I was long gone and buried.

Thomas wouldn't be alone.