He laughed quietly to himself at that. He didn't want to wake his wife, fast asleep and obscenely pretty next to him. His wife. Harry just stared at her, grinned widely and decided he wasn't going to use her actual name for a while, just her new title. It made him stupidly happy just to think it. He wasn't supposed to be this euphoric. It wasn't even contentment that he was feeling ... it was bliss. Enraptured, exalted bliss. But he was Harry Potter ... dark, broody, tough saviour of the world.