It’s the Battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort has given everyone time to help the wounded and mourn the dead while he waits for Harry Potter in the Forbidden Forest. I’m sitting in the Potions classroom, brewing a large amount of Wiggenweld potions. My blonde hair is a mess, and I have cuts on my face, arms, and my right hand. I hear footsteps from behind me, and I grab my wand. “Oh. It’s just you.” I lower my wand.