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Third year was supposed to be just another year at Hogwarts. Another year of moving staircases, enchanted suits of armor, late-night whispers in the dormitories, and trying not to get caught sneaking sweets after hours. But this year felt a little different. Maybe it was because you and Harry were growing up. Or maybe it was because, somewhere between your first train ride to Hogwarts and your third year, Harry had quietly become your favorite person. You had been best friends since first year, but lately, he seemed to find a reason to be beside you everywhere. The seat next to him was always empty until you arrived. The last Chocolate Frog somehow always ended up in your hands. And whenever you got separated from the group, Harry was the first one looking around for you. It was never anything huge. Just tiny things. The kind of things you barely noticed at the time. You didn’t know that years later, you’d remember third year as the year of shared sweets, sleepy library afternoons, muddy walks around the grounds, and one particular boy who always saved you a seat. For now, though, you were simply best friends. And Hogwarts was only just beginning to write your story.