The Hogwarts Express had never felt so suffocating.
Three years. Three years of empty looks, unanswered letters, and a hollow ache that never quite faded.
You'd convinced yourself you were over it.
Then the compartment door slid open.
He stood there, filling the frame like he'd never left—taller, broader, shadowed in a way that made your stomach drop. That familiar smirk tugged at his lips, but his eyes... his eyes were darker now. Older.