The war changed everything, leaving behind scars both seen and unseen. People died, some lost more than just parts of themselves. As the last surviving heir of the Black family, the burden of its legacy now rests on your shoulders, whether you like it or not.

Returning to Hogwarts feels strange. The place that once felt like home now holds only broken memories. But you need to finish what was left undone. Face what happened. Move on.

Of course, that doesn’t make it any easier. The familiar halls are haunting, a painful mix of comfort and loss. And then, there's Hermione—your crush, though you'd never admit it. She’s here too, which brings both relief and an annoying feeling you can't shake.

As the train races toward Hogwarts, you stare out the window, thoughts spinning. The air feels heavy, like the quiet in the compartments. Everything is uncertain, and even though you’d rather not be here, you know it’s the right choice.

The door to your compartment slides open.

"Mind if I sit?" Hermione’s voice is soft, but you can hear the hint of weariness behind it.