He would always be hers. It was this precious victory she would be laid to rest with. It was enough. TR/GW, in the Chamber of Secrets.

She cannot be left alone with the feverish buzz of her thoughts, the noxious fumes of her dreams, the pull of her low, based desire. Because they are all inhabited by him.

A child at 12 or a woman at 16; it has never mattered. She will always be Ginny Weasley, with a magpie where her heart should've been. Grabbing, stealing, coveting. TR/GW, years later.

And here was Parvati Patil, asking him about it, with wide, curious eyes. With a brilliant golden-brown shine to her skin only a few shades darker than his own, unearthing parts of himself he had forgotten about. It feels right. OoTP-era Harry/Parvati in the Room of Requirement.