Shadows of the Triwizard | Fourth Year

| Chapter 9: Triwizard Aftermath Celebration

The aftermath of their triumph in the Chamber of Secrets left Harry and Draco with a newfound sense of purpose. As they walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, whispers of their bravery and unity followed in their wake. The school seemed to buzz with anticipation, students and teachers alike curious about the events that had unfolded during the Triwizard Tournament.

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Draco found themselves surrounded by friends eager to hear their story. Hermione's eyes shone with pride as she looked at them, while Ron clapped Draco on the back, a grin spreading across his face.

"You two are legends," Ron exclaimed. "Taking on dark wizards and uncovering ancient secrets—it's like something out of a story!"

Draco smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Perhaps we should consider a career in heroics after Hogwarts."

Harry chuckled, the weight of their recent adventures lifting from his shoulders. "I think we've had enough excitement for a lifetime."

As they settled into their seats by the fire, the conversation turned to their plans for the future. Hermione mentioned the upcoming N.E.W.T. exams, prompting groans from Ron and Draco, though they all knew the importance of preparing for their next steps after graduation.

Amidst discussions of careers and ambitions, Draco caught Harry's eye, a silent question passing between them. Harry nodded imperceptibly, understanding the unspoken agreement. They would face whatever challenges lay ahead together, their bond forged in fire and shadow.

Days turned into weeks, and Hogwarts buzzed with preparations for the end-of-year celebrations. The Great Hall was decorated in vibrant colors, the air filled with laughter and music as students and teachers gathered to mark the end of another school year.

During the festivities, Harry found himself lost in thought as he watched Draco across the room, mingling with classmates and professors. There was a warmth in his chest, a sense of gratitude for the journey they had shared and the bond that had grown between them.

As the night wore on, Harry approached Draco, a small smile playing on his lips. "Do you ever think about what comes next?"

Draco turned to him, his eyes softening. "All the time. But I know one thing for certain—we face it together."

And with those words, Harry knew that no matter what the future held, they were ready to step into it hand in hand, their shadows of the Triwizard Tournament fading into memories of courage, friendship, and a love that had weathered every trial.