"Him dying as he did means they aren't going to want to hear what we're saying. They have lied about so much, Harry, and they're going to want to keep lying and the truth? I'm done with it. I'm done with all of the bullshit and the lies," she says, feeling so charged with the truth and with wanting to make things better. For themselves, and for others.

Her whole life she's missed this without ever knowing she could have it. Missed the chances she should have had. Missed being with him as if that is what she's longed for her entire life and only just now remembered existed in the world.

Cupping his cheeks with both hands, no longer teasing and playing and just enjoying the one good thing she's been kept from for so long, and how much it promises moving on with her life.