WhizbeeBuzz
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After the war, I told myself I was fine.
I took over my aunt's coffee shop in Diagon Alley, and tried to settle into something soft and quiet. I had Quill, my gentle little dog. I had a routine. And I had the leftover echo of someone I used to love, Theodore Nott, a relationship full of silence, small compromises, and things I stopped doing without ever noticing why.
Then Harry Potter began showing up.
He doesn't come as a hero. He comes as someone tired, someone who carries too much, someone who looks at me like I'm easy to breathe around. And somehow, he becomes the thing I look for. The thing I miss.
But dark magic is stirring again, people who still believe in old wars and old masters. When they come for Harry, they come for anyone close to him.
He thinks stepping back will keep me safe.
But I've already learned what it feels like to disappear in my own life.
I'm not willing to lose something real again.