And another grand line: no one did stubborn or reckless or loyal like Gran. The perfect definition of a Gryffindor.
All right, I'll stop now, I promise, lest I end up simply quoting the entire story. But as long as I'm here, I'll mention how I enjoyed the Voldemort toast (love McG's giving the "insane idea" its "proper consideration"). And how well the joy of the story is leavened with the pain of Frank and Alice and of Augusta's choices (which makes the joy all the more so, of course). And the perfectly-pitched, subdued hopefulness of Neville's "soulmate" line.
I'm stopping. Really. Except that I'm rather like Gussie -- past the age of hushing.