Harry turns to her, and in that moment he realizes she knows, that she's always known. And that she married him anyway.
It's been a while since a fic made me cry. This was exquisite angst. And just beautifully written. 2 (of countless) I loved:
"Ginny," Harry says, his voice cracking.
She shoots him a look, his favourite actually, made of equal parts exasperation, calculation, and a fondness that makes him feel like he could fly without a broom. --- And in that moment, he holds them both—Ginny and Snape—and allows his two lives to enmesh, embracing the discordant angles, and finds that he has lost neither the bitter nor the sweet of either. He will remember everything that has led him to the moment he's in, and he will not regret a single memory, a single choice. ---