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.
