God I love this story. You know that already - I think I probably embarrassed myself with squee during world cup but I wanted to reread before reading the sequel and guh, just as good the second time through. And while I'm pretty sure I quoted this back at you before, I'll do it again, because this:

For the very next day, I find myself waking up with my face planted uncomfortably against dirtied stone and my arms full of a barely conscious Potter who is muttering over and over again, “You came. You came. You came,” in such a practised way that I’m sure he’s been repeating it for far longer than he’s been able to believe it.

kills me dead. You are a goddess.