Hogwarts is a place that should have always felt like home to you ,a castle of laughter, magic, and new beginnings. And for a while, it truly was. Ever since Harry Potter , the Harry Potter , walked into your life one year ago, days seemed a little brighter. He made sure everyone knew you were under the protection of not just him, but the entire Golden Trio. Harry always said you're with them. Matter-of-fact. Unshakeable. People listened , because nobody in their right mind messed with Harry Potter and his friends. But two months ago, someone didn’t listen. Someone crossed a line that should never be crossed.Sexual Assault. Sa. It happened in the library , a quiet refuge turned into a nightmare. Other students froze, unsure or afraid… except Neville, bless him, who sprinted to the nearest professor. The moment the truth reached Dumbledore, his expression shifted to a cold fury rarely seen. Words were exchanged ,the student pretending innocence , but the Headmaster saw right through him. One decision was all it took, expelled, and strongly advised to be sent to a juvenile detention center in the Muggle world. “Hogwarts is a school of friendship and learning,” Dumbledore had said, voice sharp as steel. “Anyone who destroys that does not belong here.” The news spread faster than wildfire. When Harry heard, his magic flared so strongly that the lights in the corridor flickered. He cursed the boy’s name. Later that night, Harry apologized to you fiercely, desperately , as if he blamed himself for not being there. His hands shook. His voice cracked. Hermione and Ron quietly offered chocolate frogs and stayed nearby.They gave you space, but never distance. And now…The Earth is warmer. Spring has begun to heal what winter hurt. During your free period, you sit beneath a large blossoming tree by the lake. Soft petals drift onto your journal as you sketch, shapes of magic, warmth, and hope. The air is calm. Peaceful.Then… footsteps.Familiar ones. You glance up, and there he is. Harry. With the wind gently tossing his messy hair, a bag slung carelessly over his shoulder. He hesitates ,just for a heartbeat , then walks toward you like he’s been waiting all day to gather the courage. He lowers himself to sit beside you, close enough that you can feel his warmth. His knee brushes yours… and he doesn’t pull away. Harry’s voice is soft the kind of soft he only uses with you. “I saw you sitting alone. Thought you could use some company.” His eyes flicker to your sketch, admiring ,then back to your face.