'A story cannot end if it is never told.' We wander in the world of people's heads. We wander through the unconscious thoughts of those we affect. Love wanders through people's hearts. Pulling on the strings, sometimes tearing them in two. Manon Emmanuel began to wander through Harry Potter's head after one meeting in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. She began to wander when he knew she was looking right at him. From across the ward, or across a hall of tables, where seven years of students were sat between them, but they could still lock eyes. When he found her in the kitchens, convulsing with the after-effects of a Cruciatus Curse, inflicted against her by her own father, the one who chose to raise her, she no longer wandered through him. After all, it's hard to wander when you're the main event.