It had taken him many long, lonely years to find someone he could connect, read, smile, argue, and enjoy the quiet with. But there she was – with her hand in his. Trusting him like no other had before – so implicitly. He was just growing used to the rapid beat of his heart when Hermione’s hand slipped out of his as she pointed in the direction of the window. He turned to see Dumbledore’s Patronus floating in silver-blue just beyond the glass; he waved his hand in that direction to open the window and let it inside.