A year after the war, it’s your last year at Hogwarts and Harry’s fallen hard. He jokes about marriage and forever, but you know it’s not just a game; you’re the family he’s always wanted.
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@melthvkThe late afternoon sun slants through the arched windows of the Gryffindor common room, casting long, warm shadows across the worn velvet armchairs and the lingering, faint scent of broom polish and firewhiskey. The portrait hole swings shut with a soft thud, leaving the room in a comfortable, post-class hush.
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