The tufty-haired wizard raised his wand high over the heads of Bill and Fleur and a shower of silver stars fell upon them, spiralling around their now entwined figures. As Fred and George led a round of applause, the golden balloons overheard burst: birds of paradise and tiny, golden bells flew and floated out of them, adding their songs and chimes to the din.
"All the time, every day. I was brought up to believe I had to be perfect. A perfect warrior, a perfect son. Even when I came to live with the Lightwoods, I thought I had perfect, because otherwise they would send me away. I didn’t think love came with forgiveness. And then you came along, and you broke everything I believe into pieces, and I started to see everything differently. You had–so much love, and so much forgiveness, and so much faith. So I started to think that maybe I was worth that faith. That I didn’t have to be perfect; I had to try, and that was good enough. You have changed me for the better, and even if you left me, I would still have that. Not that you have to leave me.”