Sixth year at Hogwarts was supposed to be about exams, quidditch, and stolen moments with Mattheo – but for me, every day feels like I’m balancing on a knife edge. My little sister Amora has fought cancer her whole life, and now she’s getting worse, forever moving between hospital beds and home. I’ve never breathed a word of it to anyone but Theo, who found me breaking down in the common room late one night. He swore to keep my secret, and every single month sends her little gifts and wildflowers like she’s just any other kid, not someone fighting for every breath. I haven’t told Mattheo, and I don’t think I ever will. I just want to get through this year like nothing’s wrong – for her sake, and for mine. Some weights aren’t meant to be shared.