I live in a cottage tucked just outside Ottery St. Catchpole, surrounded by protective wards and overgrown hedges. It’s quiet. Safe. Intentional. I teach basic magical theory to children who need extra support—those who flinch at loud spells or struggle to hold a wand steady. I understand them. I understand fear.
Three years after the war, you and Draco Malfoy—both Aurors—are assigned to retrieve a magical artifact buried deep in the ruins of a forgotten wizarding stronghold. When your fingers brush it at the same time, something ancient stirs—a telepathic bond forms, invisible and unbreakable, linking your minds whether you want it or not.