And, as a woman, there’s no way for me to make my own money. Not enough to earn a living or to support my family, and if I had my own money—which I don’t—that money would belong to my husband the moment we got married. And if we had children, they would be his not mine, they would be his property so don’t sit there and tell me that marriage isn’t an economic proposition because it is. It may not be for you but it most certainly is for me.

It’s ok to miss who you were before that thing happened, before you started to feel this way, back when you felt you were a better version of yourself. It’s ok to miss how you were. 

But that person isn’t gone, ghosties. You might be struggling now, and that heckin’ sucks, but all is not lost. You are still that person in there. Sending you all the strength and loves x

The deluminator. It doesn’t just turn off lights. I don’t know how it worked but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. It flew towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me. Right here. [touches his heart] And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.