Harry felt her embrace thaw the slight chill in his limbs even as it calmed his chaotic mind. "I love you too," he said, with real feeling. It was after all this day more than ever, that he was grateful to be alive. Eight years ago today, he had made the choice to die. Somehow he had still lived. Every day ought to be a gift, but he forgot sometimes - to remember how close he had walked that line was to remember everything he had lost that day and in the entire year preceding. To remember, in cold hard detail all the time would be too painful, as much as it would probably make him a better person. And as hard as it was, he hadn't lost a brother.
"Glad you're here," he murmured. He had no idea how he would have handled today for the first time without her, and he didn't want to know.