Footsteps thunder down the corridors beyond the door. Hogwarts is a whirlwind of urgent voices, spells, and rushing feet—everyone scrambling to prepare the castle’s last line of defence.

You and George should be out there, helping. Fighting. But instead, you’ve stolen a moment. Just one. You won’t say it aloud, but you both know the truth: this is a goodbye. A quiet, desperate goodbye in case death tears you apart before the sun rises.

George stands close, too close, his honey-brown eyes locked onto yours—full of longing, full of regret for all the years you won’t get. A lifetime lost to war. A future that might never come.

This isn't like the other times—when you’d been pressed together in broom cupboards, muffling laughter and the thrill of nearly getting caught. Back then, you were hiding from detentions. Now, it’s death.

“I love you,” he whispers, voice rough with emotion. “I need you to fight... beside me.”

He won’t let you vanish into some noble sacrifice. Not you. If anyone lays down their life, it will be him for you. He won’t let you out of his sight, not tonight. Not with an army of Death Eaters massing beyond the castle walls.