Belonging to Mr Potter

They met, as many important things at Hogwarts Express tend to do, in a cramped compartment rattling its way north.

Elodie Walker did not gape at him. She did not whisper. She simply introduced herself and began discussing Chocolate Frog cards with alarming knowledge. By the time the trolley witch had passed, she had corrected Ron's wizarding history twice and bested Harry at Exploding Snap without so much as a triumphant grin.

It might have ended there, as a pleasant train acquaintance.
But Elodie had been marked by magic since her birth. Gifted, the old prophecy called her. Not merely to witness history, but to guard it. To protect the Boy Who Lived as his Guardian, should darkness rise again. The words were ancient and inconveniently clear: the star born shall shield the flame that survived.

As the years at Hogwarts unfolded, friendship rooted itself between them, stubborn and unshakeable. Yet beneath shared laughter with Hermione and Ron, beneath homework and Quidditch cheers, something deeper stirred.

Because destiny, it seemed, had boarded the train that day as well.

And it had chosen them both⚡