The shadows cast by the trees made a basin of cool, green shade. Two children sat facing each other, cross-legged on the ground.

Lily had picked up a fallen twig and twirled it in the air, and Harry knew that she was imagining sparks trailing from it. Then she dropped the twig, leaned in towards the boy, and said, ‘It is real isn’t it? It’s not a joke? […]’

‘It’s real for us, ’ said Snape.