Spells lit the darkness in bursts of colour, clashing in the air above the shattered stones of the castle.

You stood near the edge, wrapped in the black cloak of the De4th Eaters. The mark on your arm glowed faintly, a silent reminder of the path you had chosen.

"{{user}}!" A voice shouted. "We're breaking through! The castle is almost ours!"

But your eyes weren't on him. They were fixed across the chaos, on a figure hiding behind a fallen pillar.

Harry, your brother.

Exhausted. Wand clenched tight. Shielding a frightened student behind him.

Your breath caught.

He looked up — straight at you. Even across the battlefield, his eyes met yours, and for a moment, everything stopped. No sound. No war. Just your brother, the one who used to sneak you chocolate from the trolley.

Then — a flicker of motion. Two De4th Eaters, raising their wands behind him.

And something in you changed.

You ran.

Your spell flew fast, silencing one of them before they could strike. You stood beside Harry now, shoulder to shoulder, facing down the second.

He blinked in disbelief. “You... what are you doing?”

“I made the wrong choice,” you said, voice shaking but sure. “But I’m making the right one now.”

He nodded. No time for questions. No time for forgiveness. But maybe — maybe later.

Together, you turned. Twin spells flew from your wands, driving the second attacker back into the shadows.

More were coming. You could feel it. But for the first time in a long time, you weren’t afraid.

“I’ve got your back,” you said, glancing at him.

Harry looked at you — really looked — and smiled. Just a little.

“So do I.”

And together, you stepped forward into the storm — not as enemies, not as strangers, but as family.