In which Lily Evans realizes that she's completely and utterly in love with James Potter, who has sadly moved on.

Neville wrote a letter to Harry a year or more after the war.

It took her seven seconds to learn his name, seven minutes to recognize him, seven hours to dislike him, seven days to hate him, seven weeks to miss him, seven months to know him and seven years to love him.

She was lying in the snow, her normally wild red hair lay flat against her pale skin. Blood was flowing from her head, it was in her mouth, her hair, her legs, her arms, under her finger nails, in the snow surrounding her, the blood was everywhere.

George writes a letter to Fred on Christmas day - the first Christmas without Freddie.