Ginny keeps a notebook with hearts scrawled all over the cover in red ink and an unsteady hand.
And Harry wishes he could speak to his parents, and sometimes he does.
It's Christmas Eve and Ginny knows it.
People asked him why, sometimes, but he didn't know. He just did.
How different Ron and Ginny are, now.
One day all the way back in June, when it was so hot you could fry an egg on the pavement (and I know that's true, me and Bill tried it once and Mum shouted at us because she had to clean it up) but anyway, back in June, that's when the baby was born.'
For Luna, days have themes.
There's a boy, and he belongs in a 1800s novel about gothic castles and corruption within the royal family.' Sometimes things don't go as they should.