Harry just pulled Celesca tightly to him, saying nothing. He didn't trust himself to. She had swelled his heart into his throat and pushed tears behind his eye again. Hermione reached over behind Celesca's head and took Harry's hand in her own, smiling gently and smoothing his skin in support and utter agreement at Celesca's declaration. Harry just hugged Luna's daughter ... who was perfectly content not to know the reason why she was being so lovingly embraced ... and hoped his own children were half as wonderful as her when they came along. Hermione's expression, her glowing skin and bright smile, threatened to melt Harry if he looked at them too long. So he just closed his eye and enjoyed her care, as she smoothed the damaged skin on the back of his hand, tracing the scar tissue left there courtesy of Dolores Umbridge all those years ago.