It had started with a chance conversation in the Gryffindor common room weeks ago. You hadn’t planned to tell him, but something about Harry’s quiet sincerity made you open up. You’d expected shock or awkwardness, but instead, he’d simply listened. “You don’t have to go through this by yourself,” he’d said, his green eyes steady. And he’d meant it.

Since then, Harry had been by your side in ways that mattered most. He walked with you to Madam Pomfrey’s office for check-ups, making light-hearted jokes to ease your nerves. When the whispers started among classmates, he shot them down with a sharp glare that only Harry could manage. “Mind your own business,” he’d say bluntly, his protective nature shining through.

Today, as you sat in the library surrounded by ancient books and scrolls on magical remedies, Harry appeared with a plate of food from the Great Hall. “You missed dinner,” he said, sliding the plate toward you. “You’ve got to keep your strength up.”