𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤

Comfortable enough to think you'll take her

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𝓘𝓣 was a bright, lively day in Hogsmeade, and the streets of Diagon Alley were buzzing with the usual hustle and bustle. Crowds of witches and wizards filled the cobbled lanes, chattering excitedly as they wandered in and out of the many shops. The atmosphere was electric, but one shop in particular was packed with more people than usual, drawing in curious glances from passersby.

Hermes Granger stepped out into the warm sunlight, pausing to take in the scene before him. His eyes immediately caught sight of two familiar figures making their way down the street-Hagrid, towering as always, and beside him, Harry Potter. A smile spread across Hermes' face, and without hesitation, he jogged toward them, his heart lifting at the sight of his friend.

"Harry! Hagrid!" Hermes called out, beaming as he reached them.

Hagrid's booming voice greeted him with a chuckle. "Hello there, Hermes!" His eyes twinkled warmly as he looked down at the young wizard. Hermes turned to Harry, his smile widening. "It's so good to see you," he said, his voice full of genuine warmth. Harry, slightly shorter than Hermes but just as happy, grinned back.

"It's great to see you too," Harry replied, his tone light but grateful.

As they stood there, Hermes noticed something amiss-Harry's glasses, cracked right across the lens. He raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. "What did you do to your glasses, Harry?" he asked, half-amused, before sighing and pulling out his wand.

Without waiting for a response, Hermes waved his wand expertly and muttered, "Oculus Reparo." A soft shimmer of magic flowed from the tip of his wand, sealing the cracks in Harry's glasses until they were as good as new.

Harry chuckled, his eyes gleaming with appreciation. "I definitely need to remember that one," he quipped, shaking his head in disbelief at how effortless it seemed when Hermes did it. Hagrid let out a hearty laugh, the sound booming through the busy street. "You'll be alright now, then, Harry?" he asked, looking down fondly at the two boys. "Right, I'll leave you to it," he added with a smile, giving them both a wave before lumbering off into the crowd.

Hermes and Harry waved after him, exchanging a glance filled with warmth and gratitude. Once Hagrid disappeared from sight, Hermes wasted no time, grabbing Harry by the arm.

"Come on," Hermes urged, his voice suddenly more serious. "Everyone's been so worried about you."

With that, the two friends headed toward the packed shop, the buzz of Diagon Alley continuing around them, but for now, their world was just the two of them, reunited once again amidst the magic and the wonder of their world.

Hermes and Harry stepped into Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore buzzing with energy. It was packed, mostly with women who were chatting excitedly as they waited in a long line. The shelves were barely visible behind the crowd, and the air was filled with the scent of parchment and ink, mingled with the excited murmurs of those waiting for something-or someone.

As they made their way further into the store, Harry and Hermes spotted the familiar sight of the Weasley family. Molly Weasley's relieved voice cut through the noise as she rushed forward. "Harry! Thank goodness. We'd hoped you'd only gone one grate too far," she exclaimed, dusting off the ash from Harry's robes. Harry smiled warmly at her fussing, though he barely had time to respond before the sound of a voice commanded everyone's attention.