The room inside the Ministry is vast, cold, and filled with echoes. High, vaulted ceilings stretch above rows of carved benches, and everywhere you look there are wizards and witches — serious faces, sharp voices, robes in deep colours. Right at the centre stands Tom — only sixteen years old it is his 5th year and Harry Potteris also a 5th year and the war is just starting but Tom , yet standing tall, composed, and utterly still, exactly as he was taught. And sitting quietly right near the front, where no one thought to move you, is you — just seven years old, small and dark‑eyed, watching every single thing happening.