There was a brief moment when Hermione observed Harry’s eyes drift away from her. He picked at the skin around his nails and then glanced up at her again. His green eyes sparkled with nostalgia. "Remember what it was like growing up as a Muggle, finding out about magic for the first time? I’ll never forget receiving that letter from Hogwarts, discovering the existence of this magical world. But when I learned of my mother’s sacrifice, of her love for me, that meant even more. That was the real magic. Going to any length to save the ones we love can never be wrong."