Harry moved into the swirling mists of the dark room. When he reached the central dais, he dipped into his pocket and took out the two halves of Hermione's old wedding ring that he'd brought with him, placing them carefully on the cold stone of the altar. He moved to inspect Luna's Archway, the central curtain of light fluttering as if in a soft breeze. Harry couldn't tell if the light came from this world or the next. It didn't much matter either way. Perhaps Ron could tell him when this was over.