"I know people think I'm crazy. I believe in things that other people don't think are real." She pauses and looks up at the sky, where her namesake glints down at them. "But they're real to me."

"I believed that Voldemort was back even though everyone else told me I was wrong," Neville says. She doesn't flinch at the name, doesn't flinch at him, just takes his hand and lets all of his guilt, his shame, his never-good-enough flood through her to the stars. "I'm used to people not believing me."

She smiles. "Maybe we can believe in each other."