Ginny and Jamie
"Your father didn't ask because he doesn't have to. You're our son. You can always come home. It doesn't matter if we're having a row, you can always come home. No matter what. You could be cursed, or a convicted fugitive, or a werewolf, and I wouldn't care," Ginny replied, reaching down and stroking his hair like she used to when he was little. "You could show up on the doorstep after having been gone for twenty years, and I still wouldn't care."