Lily Potter was twenty, prophecy in her belly, love in her whole being. At times, she was vain, willful, and prone to intrude, but a year later no one would remember those parts of her; only her kindness and love would survive her. Her kindness and love would end the war.
Ginny learned of satellites when one was masquerading as the tip of Orion’s bow. "Are they like stars?“ she asked, and Professor Sinistra chuckled and explained how Muggles used them to study the world and the universe beyond. Ginny liked imagining them as pretenders still—false stars altering divinations and shooting across the sky to be wished upon. As if humanity was doing everything in its power to build their own fates.
POSTWAR: DRACO MALFOY[ficlets by hpedit] He is dead. But no matter where you will go, you will still feel the pressure of his hand upon your shoulder, his claim upon your life, and the things you did in his name. And you will never be able to forget how it felt.