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Now, enough waffling from me. Let’s move onto the start of our first chapter of the final book of this trilogy.
Morning did not feel different.
That, Harry decided, was the first strange thing.
He stood at the window of their quarters, watching the grounds slowly come to life beneath a pale stretch of early light. Students crossing in small groups. The distant movement of owls. The familiar rhythm of Hogwarts waking around them.
Nothing had changed. Everything had changed.
Behind him, the quiet was steady, not fragile or new. Simply… settled.
He was aware of Severus without needing to look.
The shift of movement. The soft sound of fabric. The quiet, deliberate presence that had, somehow, become constant.
Harry exhaled slowly.
“…this is going suspiciously well,” Harry said, like someone awaiting imminent disaster.
A pause.
“You sound disappointed.”
Harry smiled faintly, turning slightly.
“Not disappointed. Just… wary.”
Severus regarded him from across the room, already composed, already entirely himself.
“Of what?”
Harry gestured vaguely toward the window.
“All of that.”
The grounds. The castle. The entire deeply nosy, deeply magical environment in which they lived.
“It’s quiet,” Harry added. “Too quiet.”
Severus’ expression did not change.
“That is, historically, a precursor to disruption.”
“Exactly.”
Harry turned back to the window.
For a moment, he simply stood there.
Then, almost absently, he lifted his hand.
The ring caught the light.
Subtle. Certain. Real.
He stared at it for a second longer than necessary.
“…still here,” he murmured.
Behind him, Severus did not miss a beat.
“I would certainly hope so.”
Harry huffed a quiet laugh.
“Just checking.”
A pause.
“Do you regret it?”
Harry blinked and turned to look at him.
Severus had not moved closer. Had not softened the question.
He simply stood there, watching him.
Waiting.
Harry didn’t hesitate.
“No.”
Immediate. Certain.
Then, softer,
“Do you?”
Severus’s gaze held his.
“No.”
Something in Harry’s chest eased further.
Not relief. Something deeper.
Confirmation.
“Good,” he said lightly.
Silence settled again.
Easy. Familiar.
And then, a flicker.
Subtle. Almost imperceptible.
Harry frowned slightly.
“…did you feel that.”
Severus’ attention shifted, just slightly.
“I did.”
It wasn’t magic in the usual sense. Not a spell. Not a ward.
Something older. Deeper.
The castle.
Harry turned slowly toward the door.
“…that felt like—”
A sound cut through the corridor.
Not loud, not chaotic. Just a door opening.
Then another.
Footsteps.
Measured at first, then quicker. More of them.
Harry closed his eyes briefly.
“…right on schedule.”
Severus’s voice was dry.
“Your earlier wariness appears justified.”
Another sound.
Voices now, low and urgent, carrying.
“…did you hear—”
“—this morning, I’m telling you—”
“—no, but Miss Granger said—”
Harry froze.
Slowly turned his head toward Severus.
“…Hermione said.”
Severus’s expression did not shift.
“She is, regrettably, a highly credible source.”
“Traitor,” Harry muttered.
The footsteps grew louder.
More numerous.
Not quite running.
But no longer subtle.
Harry looked back at the door.
“…they’re organising.”
“Yes.”
“That’s worse than panic. That’s organised.”
“Considerably.”
A beat.
A knock.
Polite, measured, entirely at odds with what Harry knew was happening just beyond it.
He stared at the door.
“…that’s not Ron.”
“No.”
“…Hermione.”
“Almost certainly.”
Harry dragged a hand down his face.
“Of course it is.”
The knock came again.
Calm, precise, waiting.
Harry glanced at Severus.
“…we could ignore it.”
“No.”
“Worth a try.”
“Not particularly.”
Harry sighed.
“Right.”
He crossed the room, reaching for the handle.
And paused.
Just for a second.
His hand still resting against the door.
“…this is it, then.”
Severus stepped closer.
Not crowding or distant. Simply there.
“Yes.”
Harry nodded once.
Then opened the door.
Hermione stood on the threshold.
Composed.
Immaculate.
Holding a notebook.
Of course she was, as though she had scheduled this.
Behind her—
Less composed.
A small cluster of students attempting, and failing, to appear uninvolved.
Further down the corridor there were more.
Watching.
Waiting.
Harry stared at her.
“…how long have you been out here.”
Hermione did not look even slightly apologetic.
“Three minutes.”
“That’s—”
“I allowed time for confirmation.”
Harry blinked.
“…confirmation of what.”
Hermione’s gaze dropped.
Directly.
To his hand.
Harry followed it automatically.
The ring glinted.
Subtle.
Unmistakable.
Hermione nodded once.
“Confirmed.”
Harry closed his eyes.
“Oh, for—”
“May I come in,” Hermione continued smoothly, “or would you prefer this discussion to occur in the corridor.”
Harry looked past her.
At the students.
At the very obvious attempt at eavesdropping.
“…inside,” he said immediately.
Hermione inclined her head and stepped in.
The door closed behind her.
The noise outside did not disappear.
It shifted.
Lower.
More concentrated.
Harry pointed vaguely at the door.
“They’re not even pretending.”
“No,” Hermione said. “They are not.”
She turned.
Looked between Harry and Severus.
Assessing.
Calculating.
Entirely too calm.
“…we have a situation.”
Harry stared at her.
“A situation.”
“Yes.”
A beat.
“The school is aware that something has occurred.”
Harry folded his arms and narrowed his eyes.
“Define ‘aware’.”
Hermione consulted her notes.
“Speculation began approximately twenty minutes ago. It has since escalated.”
“To?”
Hermione glanced up.
“Certainty.”
Harry looked at Severus.
“…we told seven people.”
Severus inclined his head slightly.
“Indeed.”
Harry frowned, thinking it through.
Then his expression shifted.
“…the twins.”
A pause.
“…the twins,” Hermione confirmed.
Harry exhaled slowly.
“Right. That’s on us.”
“Yes.”
Another beat.
Then Hermione closed her notebook with a soft, decisive snap.
“We need to get ahead of it.”
Harry blinked.
“Get ahead of what.”
“The narrative.”
Harry blinked slowly.
“I hate that you’re saying that like it’s a real thing.”
Hermione gave him a look.
“The engagement, Harry.”
Harry gestured helplessly.
“It’s not a narrative, it’s—”
“It is now.”
Silence.
Harry turned his head slowly toward Severus.
“…help.”
Severus looked entirely unhelpful.
“You are the one who befriended her.”
“That’s not fair.”
“It is entirely fair.”
Hermione cleared her throat.
“You have two options.”
Harry groaned.
“Of course we do.”
“Option one,” Hermione continued, ignoring him, “we allow the students to construct their own version of events.”
A pause.
Harry considered that.
“…what’s option two.”
Hermione’s expression sharpened.
“You tell them yourselves.”
Harry froze.
“…tell the entire school.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely not.”
Hermione did not waver.
“It will be significantly worse if you do not.”
Harry opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
“…how much worse.”
Hermione held his gaze.
“Exponentially.”
Harry looked at Severus.
“…define exponentially.”
Severus considered.
“…the castle may become involved.”
Harry went still.
“…it already feels involved.”
“Yes.”
“That’s worse.”
“Considerably.”
Silence fell.
Heavy. Inevitable.
Harry dragged a hand through his hair.
“…we can’t just make an announcement.”
“Why not.”
“Because that’s—”
He stopped.
Actually thought about it.
Looked at Hermione. Looked at Severus. Looked at the door.
At the very obvious, very growing presence just beyond it.
“…that’s exactly what we’re going to have to do, aren’t we.”
Hermione’s smile was small.
Victorious.
“Yes.”
Harry dropped his hand.
“…I hate this.”
“You will survive.”
“Debatable.”
A beat.
From outside:
“IS IT TRUE?”
Harry flinched.
“…they’re getting louder.”
“Yes.”
“Brilliant.”
He looked at Severus again.
For a moment, everything else fell away.
The noise, the pressure, the inevitability.
“…still worth it?” Harry asked quietly.
Severus did not hesitate.
“Yes.”
Harry nodded once.
“…good.”
He turned back toward the door.
Straightened slightly.
Resigned. Ready.
“Right,” he said. “Let’s ruin the entire school’s productivity for the foreseeable future.”
Hermione looked pleased.
Severus looked resigned.
Harry reached for the door.
And this time, he did not hesitate.
Outside, the corridor was full.
Students watching and waiting, trying and failing to be subtle.
The moment the door opened,
Silence fell.
Immediate. Total.
Harry looked at them.
At all of them.
Then, without ceremony, he lifted his hand.
The ring caught the light.
A collective inhale, sharp and stunned.
Then the corridor exploded.
Somewhere deep within the castle,
Magic shifted.
Bright. Satisfied. And very, very interested.