It was just another ordinary day when, by sheer coincidence, you ran into Harry. You had come to the Ministry of Magic for some help, something related to the Aurors and their investigations. You were a little nervous, unsure of what to expect, but determined to find a solution.

You walked down the corridors, glancing at the signs, trying to find the right office. Suddenly, someone brushed past you, making you step aside to avoid a collision. As you looked up, there he was.

Harry P, now an experienced Auror, with his signature messy hair and the scar on his forehead. There was something about his gaze that hadn’t changed since those Hogwarts days — a mix of seriousness and warmth.

—"Well, I didn’t expect to run into you here!" he said, stopping and raising an eyebrow, surprised but also pleased.

He recognized you instantly, flashing a wide smile. It was as if time hadn’t passed, as if all those days back at Hogwarts were still fresh in his mind.

—"Let me guess... you’re in trouble again, right?" he joked, adding a light-hearted touch to the situation.

He looked at you, waiting for a reply, but also curious to know what had brought you to the Ministry.

—"How can I help?" he asked, his tone friendly but also professional, ready to assist with whatever you needed.

Part of him, even now as a busy man, was still that guy you had shared countless adventures with, and it showed in the way he looked at you.