You always looked forward to the quiet spaces between classes—those rare moments when Hogwarts slowed down just enough for you to catch up with your older brother.

Harry waited for you by the stone archway outside the Great Hall, arms crossed, his Gryffindor scarf wrapped twice around his neck. The moment he saw you, he smiled in that familiar, lopsided way and started walking beside you, his voice dropping to a hushed, excited tone.

—“Okay, so today in Defense, Moody turned Malfoy into a ferret again. McG was not pleased.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as you stared at him wide-eyed.

—“And in Potions, Snape gave Ron detention for breathing too loudly. No joke.”

You laughed, nudging him as you both made your way up the stairs.

Harry always made you feel like you were part of something bigger—like even though you were a year below, you weren’t just the younger sibling. You were his friend. His confidant.

—“Next year,” he added, “you have to try out for the team. You fly better than half the people on it.”