Harry and Hermione stepped forward as one because of their equal status, feeling the warmth get stronger with every step forward. Harry smiled happily as his parents love washed over them, this was his family, with his free hand he reached out and grabbed Hermione’s hand. She turned her head to smile at her brother squeezing his hand, together they were unstoppable and knew the other would always be there to catch each other. Harry’s bouquets for his family were all wrapped with white heather for protection like his parent's bouquets, he needed the extra reassurance that his family would be kept safe during this fight against the Light. For his Father, he had bay laurels like his Mother for the success against the Light, as well as Geranium for determination and wheat for wealth and prosperity. For his Mother, he had phlox for the Harmony he knew she wanted with her re-established relationships with her sisters, followed by red and yellow roses together meaning joy, happiness and excitement everything she deserved. The final bouquet, for his sister, was filled solely with cherry blossoms for a good education, transience of life, gentleness, kindness and feminine beauty.