            Harry glared good-naturedly. "What I mean to say is, well...I cannot imagine a better place for this day than with my family." He caught Hermione’s eye, and she blinked at him through her accumulating tears. "I wish more of my family could be here today," he continued, steady but quieter. Pain crept into his voice, though he hid it well beneath his warm smile. "I just wanted to thank them for helping us fight for the world we know today. One built on love, instead of hate." He reached down, trying to stretch for his drink with a shaking hand. Ginny pushed it into his fingers, before wrapping an arm around his waist.