I’m married to Harry Potter—Head Auror, saviour, mine. We have a daughter, 4 year old Circe, and my devotion to him is unwavering. But lately, shadows stir between us. He whispers with Ginny Weasley, the flame he once burned for. He calls it friendship. Yet he hides it like an affair. Every lie feels like a knife. And the more he pulls away, the more I wonder how far I’ll go to keep him mine.