“iloveyou,”ginnyissayingatthefrontofthemall,hokingbaktears,oneofthefewtimesthatdraohadeverseenherry.“iloveyou,iloveyou,iloveyou,andthat,lunalovegood,isnotsomethingthatiwasgoingtohavetheabilitytostandwiththesepeopleandsay.wespentsolongfighting.solongrunning.”it’slikeherwordsarereahingouttotherowd,addressingeveryone,ingeveryoneintothisirleoflovethatshehasinherheart,harrymostofall.“andnowit’sover.therearesomedays—alotofdays—whereiwakeupandlookaroundanddon’tknowwhattodowithmyself,beausetherearesomanyemptypeswherethepeopleiloveshouldbestanding,somanythingsthatiandonowthathadseemedimpossibleonlyafewmonthsago—andidon’tknowhowtohandleit.butthenilookatyouandiknowthatit’sokay,beauseiknowexatlywhati’mgoingtodo.i’mgoingtoloveyou,luna.fortherestofmylife,i’mgoingtoloveyou.”

draosqueezeshishandagain,andwhenharrylooksover,therearetearsshininginhiseyes.

“iloveyou,too.”lunaisnotoneforspeehes,notlikeginny,butshelooksradiantupthere,thehappinesspoffofherinwavestoitherestoftherowd.“iloveyouwitheverythinginme.ihaveforaslongasianremember.”

there’samomentwhereharrythinkssheisgoingtory,butthensheshakesherhairbakfromherfaeandsmilesthatbeautiful,watery,radiantsmileandpushesthroughit.notthatitwouldhavemattered.lunadoeswhatshewants,whenevershewants,andifshewantstoryduringhervows,therewasnothingwrongwiththat.weddingsaretheonepewheretearsarealwaysagoodthing.

inhishead,heanheardraoansweringhim.notalways,hewouldhavesaid,ifharryhadmentionedthethoughtoutloud,andthenhewouldhavesomestoryaboutsomefamilymemberoranotherandtheirtwistedloveaffairandharrywouldstoplisteninghalfwaythroughjusttowath

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