Every time I’m reminded about how amazing Ginny is, by a friend or a post or a stray thought —

Like how great her talent must be at Quidditch for being able to play both Chaser and Seeker competitively and even beating other players who’ve been training as Seeker the whole term while she only filled in for Harry…

Or how she always, always, always defends those who cannot defend themselves — that girl from the battle, Luna, Neville, and even Harry…

Or how she must have been the loyal friend to Hermione when Harry and Ron were being idiot boys quarreling with her…

Or how she fought against the trauma of being possessed by Voldemort, and how she never lost her sense of humor in spite of everything that had happened, and how deeply she still cared for those around her…

Or how she always understood Harry on a level that needed no words and explanations…

I think to myself, “man, Harry must love her so much.” He would probably get moments where he would just stare at her and count himself lucky not only because she loves him, but also for the simple fact that she is there with him, she is in his world, she exists. He would just look at her and think, “Marry me,” and even after they were already married, he’d still get those moments. And he’ll always have those moments for the rest of his life because Ginny is his great love and that is beautiful because I could not wish anything less for him.