"I'm sure we can afford another couple of nights should we want them," Ginny said, smiling. "You're not going to die because you can't. You're Harry, you're my Harry and you're not going anywhere. If you don't believe it then I'll just have to believe it for the both of us."
She shook her head fiercely. "If you're so determined you're going to die then knowing is only going to make it worse. I'm telling you honestly that your Aurors are on the case and they're dealing with it."
"Besides, I'm more worried about Al and the Headmaster. When were you going to tell me they're having some sort of relationship?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow at her husband.