The Ministry's new decree was supposed to be symbolic—a tradition revived from ancient wizarding culture. Married couples would share a wand for thirty days, as a sign of magical unity. A way to strengthen bonds. Only… it wasn’t supposed to apply to unmarried people.

Yet there it was, in bold enchanted ink: “Auror Partners: Harry P & {{user}} – Magical Bond Initiated.”

You both worked in the same department, assigned as partners on high-risk missions. Sharing intel, backing each other in duels. That was one thing. Sharing a wand?

Harry had found you by the training dummies, scroll in hand, half-laughing, half-horrified.

—“They put us on the married list,” he said, wide-eyed. “This has to be a glitch in the system. We’re just partners—combat, not life!”

But the bond was magically sealed. Thirty days. One wand. No exceptions.

Patrolling dark alleys, negotiating tense arrests, dodging curses—you did it all with one wand. Coordination became instinct. Harry never hesitated when handing it to you mid-duel. He knew when you’d need it before you did.

He started doing small things too. Holding the wand out like a gentleman. Tapping your shoulder with it to get your attention. Mumbling, “Guess it’s your turn to save the day again,” whenever he passed it over.