rhythmsofmyheart
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Harry Potter never meant to remember the girl from the park.
But somehow, he never forgot her.
Amelia Jenkins was warmth in the quietest way - soft smiles, scraped knees, and hands that always reached out first. He didn't know then that she would grow into something constant in his life. Something steady. Something dangerously important.
Amelia had once believed her life would always be simple - loud siblings, loving parents, small joys.
Until the night she was six.
Until the bite.
Until the moon began calling her name.
She learned to live with it. To laugh anyway. To be light even when the shadows followed.
But as war creeps closer and the world grows colder, love feels fragile. And sometimes the bravest thing isn't fighting monsters - it's believing you are not one.
Because in the middle of a great war, two hearts try to hold onto something softer.
And sometimes, that is the hardest battle of all.