He’d fallen in love with Idris at first sight. He hadn’t expected that at all. It was like walking into a fairy tale. And not the sort he’d grown used to at the Shadow Market, where faeries were another kind of monster. The kind he’d seen on TV and in books when he was little, a world of magnificent castles and lush forests.
“It doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone. People die every day. Friends, family. Yeah, we still lost Harry tonight. He’s still with us, in here. So’s Fred, Remus, Tonks… they didn’t die in vain. But you will. ‘Cause you’re wrong! Harry’s heart did beat for us! For all of us! It’s not over!”