It’s 2026 at Hogwarts. No war. No dark marks. Just six years of shared corridors, shared common rooms, and a very deliberate mutual agreement to exist in parallel without actually crossing over.
Y/N doesn’t remember the thirty seconds she spent meeting a rockstar at a meet-and-greet she didn’t want to go to. Weeks later, a stranger sits down across from her at her usual bookstore table, and it takes an embarrassingly long time to place him. No stage. No crowd. Slow burn. Strangers to lovers. Fame relationship but realistic teehee.