The thought took his breath a moment, and he really didn’t know what he felt about that. He was fifty-fifty on it if he was honest. Hermione looked so comfortable, the girls looked so cosy. It could work, Harry could see that more blatantly than ever. Lucy and Delphini were simply orphaned little girls - or they would be once Tom Riddle had been vanquished - united by a love of stories, just like any other little girls or boys. They weren’t lost to darkness, or to Harry’s bitterness about the past.