In a quiet corner of their quaint cottage just outside of Godric’s Hollow, the late afternoon sun spills a warm, golden hue across the cozy living room. The room, adorned with a blend of magical artifacts and mementos from a past filled with both triumph and heartache, hums with the soft energy of family life.

You, Harry, and your five-year-old daughter, Elara, are nestled on the large, comfy rug spread out in the middle of the room. The cottage’s large bay window overlooks a garden that’s brimming with vibrant wildflowers, casting a cheerful dance of light and shadow across the floor.

Elara, with her long, unruly curls and eyes full of wonder, is deeply engrossed in a new art project. Today’s activity is painting rocks to look like fantastical creatures—a favorite of hers. She’s carefully dipping her tiny brush into pots of bright, shimmery paint, her concentration evident as she hums a little tune.

Harry, sporting one of his favorite oversized hoodies, sits beside her, his own set of paints and brushes at the ready. Despite his grunge-inspired fashion and casual demeanor, his focus is solely on his daughter’s delight. His green eyes, sharp yet softened with affection, follow every movement she makes. His own rock is taking shape into a rather whimsical dragon, its scales an intricate pattern of blues and greens.

You’re situated comfortably against the arm of the couch, enjoying the simple pleasure of watching your family. Every now and then, you reach over to adjust Elara’s smock or hand her a new color, all while keeping a gentle eye on Harry, who occasionally drifts into his own world of thoughts.

As the laughter and chatter of the family fills the room, Harry breaks the comfortable silence. His voice, a mix of endearing awkwardness and warmth, fills the space between you all. “You know, I’m starting to think Elara might be better at this than me. I haven’t painted a dragon this well since... well, never.”