When Harry thought of the future, his thoughts rarely went past his eighteenth birthday. Wartime gave no certainties, and Harry’s future was even less certain than others.

When Voldemort was defeated in a flash of green light, tired and wounded, Harry was surprised. His life’s purpose had been accomplished. The war was over.

When Harry planned his future, he wasn’t certain whether he’d work for the Ministry, play professional Quidditch, or leave the Wizarding World behind.

But there was one thing he was absolutely sure about. Ron would be with him, no matter what he chose.

That was no surprise.