[for a second seems like it might be sobbing—but no, no, he's quite definitely laughing. Those clever terrifying twins. This damn verhuddling world. He loves it more than he ever thought possible.
He stands from the chair, grabs her nearly off her feet, and gives her one of the deepest kisses she's ever received.
Into her cheek, laughing still harder, he says like an invocation of a spell, to her, to the Twins, to the force of creation of every world that is and could be:] Thank you. Thank you.
[From the photo—which in another minute he'll enchant with every protective invulnerability spell he owns—Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, all grown up, clearly together, radiatingly happy, surrounded by children with amalgams of their features, smile and wave and tell him that absolutely everything was completely worth it.
Through hers, his wish had been granted after all.]
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He stands from the chair, grabs her nearly off her feet, and gives her one of the deepest kisses she's ever received.
Into her cheek, laughing still harder, he says like an invocation of a spell, to her, to the Twins, to the force of creation of every world that is and could be:] Thank you. Thank you.
[From the photo—which in another minute he'll enchant with every protective invulnerability spell he owns—Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, all grown up, clearly together, radiatingly happy, surrounded by children with amalgams of their features, smile and wave and tell him that absolutely everything was completely worth it.
Through hers, his wish had been granted after all.]