Luna appeared before him. "Surprise."
Visions of disaster popped into Harry's mind. "What's happened?"
"You look handsome in those robes," Luna replied, slipping a quill into Harry's breast pocket, "but no amount of magic will make things right if you marry someone who doesn't love you."
"Ginny does not love Nev—"
"She does, and he loves her—as much as you love me."
"I . . . we can't . . . this isn't—"
"How our story's supposed to end, I know," Luna said, turning to leave. "When you finally decide to become the author of your own destiny, I might still be waiting for you."