With Oliver

Oliver found himself in complete darkness, a quiet stillness around him. But then, he heard a familiar, urgent voice calling out through the silence.

"Ollie! Ollie, are you okay? Answer me, please."

Slowly, he opened his eyes to see Harry's relieved smile from the neighboring bed in the hospital wing.

"Cousin," Harry said softly, "are you okay?"

Oliver managed a grin. "Never better, Harry."

Just then, footsteps echoed down the aisle. They turned to see Dumbledore approaching, his eyes twinkling as he greeted them.

"Good afternoon, Harry, Oliver," he said, nodding warmly. His gaze fell upon the pile of sweets scattered on the boys' beds. "Ah, tokens from your admirers?" he added with a smile, stopping at the foot of Harry's bed.

"Admirers?" Harry asked, puzzled.

Dumbledore chuckled. "What happened in the dungeons between you two and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows."

The boys exchanged a laugh, and Dumbledore went on. "Ah, I see that your friend Ronald has spared you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs."

"Ron was here?" Oliver asked. "Is he all right? What about Hermione and Bella?"

"All of them are perfectly fine," Dumbledore assured.

Harry looked at him, hesitant but curious. "What happened to the Stone, sir?"

"Relax," Dumbledore replied gently. "The Stone has been destroyed. Nicholas and I had a little chat and agreed it was best for everyone."

"But... that means Flamel will die, right?" Oliver asked.

Dumbledore nodded, settling himself on the edge of Harry's bed. "Yes, but he has enough Elixir left to set his affairs in order. He understands, as all wise men do, that to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

Harry's brow furrowed. "How did I get the Stone, though, sir? One minute, I was staring in the mirror, and then—"

"Ah," Dumbledore interrupted, "the mirror showed you what you truly desired, Harry. But it would only grant the Stone to someone who wanted to find it... without using it. A rather brilliant precaution, if I say so myself."

The boys smiled, each quietly proud of the strange fate they had narrowly escaped.

Harry's expression darkened slightly. "Does this mean that Voldemort can never come back?"

Dumbledore's gaze softened. "I'm afraid he can return, yes. But do you understand why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? What about you, Oliver—do you know why your magic affected him as it did?"

Both boys shook their heads.

Dumbledore leaned forward, his tone tender. "Harry, it was because of your mother. And Oliver, your father. Their love and sacrifice for you both left a powerful, ancient mark, deeper than magic. A protection that lives in your very skin."

Oliver blinked in surprise. "But... I didn't touch Quirrell. I turned him to stone."

"Yes, indeed," Dumbledore acknowledged, "and that, too, was love's magic—a bond that protected you both, one that Voldemort cannot penetrate. The love of those who loved you first, right in your blood."

Oliver grinned. "Wow... that's amazing."

Harry leaned forward, curious. "So, it's really that simple? Just... love?"

Dumbledore placed a hand on Harry's head. "Yes, Harry. Love, in all its forms."

Spotting a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans at the foot of Harry's bed, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Ah, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. I had an unfortunate encounter with a vomit-flavored one in my youth, which put me off for quite some time. But... perhaps today, I'll risk a nice toffee."

The boys watched as Dumbledore selected a bean and popped it into his mouth, only to grimace. "Alas! Earwax."

Oliver and Harry chuckled as Dumbledore strolled away, and then Oliver turned to him, a question on his mind.

"Professor, so... my prophecy. Is it true? That if I found my first love, we'd share an ancient magic when we're apart?"

Dumbledore paused, then smiled knowingly. "Yes, Oliver. There are powers in this world beyond any spell or potion. True love, like true friendship, strengthens the heart and guards the soul. You and your first love share an ancient bond now—one that may protect you in ways you've yet to imagine."

Oliver exchanged a glance with Harry, feeling the weight of the professor's words settle into his heart, as the light of morning filtered gently through the hospital wing windows.

As Dumbledore turned to leave, Oliver sat up a little straighter, his curiosity getting the best of him. "Professor," he called, "why... why was there even a prophecy about me finding my first love? Why does it matter so much?"

Dumbledore paused, then returned to the foot of Oliver's bed, his expression thoughtful. He regarded Oliver with a look of quiet understanding, as though he had expected this question all along.

"Ah, yes, the prophecy," Dumbledore began, his voice soft yet steady. "You see, Oliver, some prophecies speak of destinies that change not just a person, but the world around them. Love—true, selfless love—has an ancient power, one that transcends even the greatest magic. Prophecies tied to love are exceedingly rare because love, in its truest form, is as unpredictable as it is powerful."

Oliver listened intently, hanging on every word.

"Long ago, a Seer foretold that one day, a courageous archer would find his first love, and together, they would wield an ancient magic capable of standing against even the darkest forces," Dumbledore continued. "This Seer spoke of a love that would amplify courage, deepen loyalty, and awaken a magic older than Hogwarts itself—a magic that only reveals itself when two souls are bound by a love unbreakable by fear, darkness, or even death."

Oliver's eyes widened as he absorbed the weight of Dumbledore's words. "So... this prophecy, it's about us fighting Voldemort?"

Dumbledore nodded. "In part, yes. But it's also about the journey you're on, Oliver. Love empowers and protects, yet it challenges and refines. Your bond with Hermione, your friendship with Harry, your loyalty to all your friends—these are shaping you into the kind of wizard capable of facing such challenges."

Oliver looked down, feeling the enormity of it all sink in. "But... why me?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, but there was a deep kindness there, too. "Why not you? The tales have long said that the clever archer would one day be tested beyond his skill and strength. Your heart, Oliver, is as strong as your courage. You have something very special—something darkness fears."

"So... Hermione and I," Oliver said, his voice a bit tentative, "we're supposed to face this together?"

Dumbledore placed a hand on Oliver's shoulder, smiling warmly. "Together, yes, in ways you may not yet understand. You and Hermione are bound by the prophecy, but it is the choices you make and the love you share that will shape its outcome. Remember, prophecies don't dictate our lives—they guide them, illuminating paths we may choose to walk."

With that, Dumbledore straightened, his gaze thoughtful. "Cherish this bond, Oliver, and never forget the strength that lies in the simplest, truest magic of all."

As Dumbledore finally turned to leave, Oliver felt a renewed sense of purpose and, perhaps, a glimmer of hope. The prophecy was his, yes, but it was also a path he could forge with those he cared for most by his side. And whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew he wouldn't face them alone.

Later

After getting dressed, Harry and Oliver made their way through the castle corridors, their footsteps echoing softly on the stone floors. As they reached the main hall, they spotted Bella, Hermione, and Ron in deep conversation, their faces lit up with excitement and relief.

Seeing the boys, Bella and Hermione broke into wide smiles, and Ron's face brightened even more.

"All right there, Ron?" Harry called out with a grin.

"All right!" Ron replied cheerfully. "How about you two?"

Oliver exchanged a look with Harry, then shrugged. "Not bad," he said with a smirk. He looked at Hermione. "And you, Mia?"

Hermione smiled warmly, her eyes softening. "Never better."

Harry turned to Bella. "How about you?"

Bella grinned and said, "I'm doing fine. It's just so good to see you both up and about."

The friends stood there, smiles lingering as they exchanged glances, a quiet sense of victory hanging in the air. They had all faced the unimaginable, and yet here they were—together, stronger than ever.

Ron looked at Harry and Oliver, his expression a mix of awe and excitement. "While you two were out cold in the hospital wing, Hermione started... doing something strange," he began, glancing at Hermione. "I got hurt during the whole mess, but when Oliver was away from her, she somehow... healed me."

Hermione blushed, looking down as if she were still trying to process it herself. Bella nodded in confirmation, her face alight with amazement. "It's true," she said, glancing between the boys. "Hermione's hands glowed for a moment, and before we knew it, Ron's injury was gone."

Oliver's eyes widened, his mind racing with the prophecy Dumbledore had mentioned. He let out a small, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. "To think a prophecy would actually come true," he murmured, though his words didn't quite match the spark of wonder in his gaze.

"You don't believe it?" Hermione asked softly, searching his face.

Oliver met her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of awe and affection. "I mean, I did just turn Quirrell into stone with a spell I didn't even know existed," he said, shrugging. "I guess I'm still wrapping my head around the fact that... this is real."

The group stood in silence, each of them caught in their own thoughts, before Ron finally broke it with a grin. "Well, if it means none of us are getting hurt again, I'd say ancient magic can stick around!"

They all laughed, the tension lifting as they looked around at one another.

Bella's teasing voice broke the moment, and the group turned to her with curious expressions. "Of course, you'd say that," she said with a mischievous smile. "I bet you were one of those kids who wished you were Oliver Queen as a child, after reading his children's book."

Ron's face turned bright red, and he immediately started rubbing the back of his neck, looking awkward. "W-what? I didn't—" he stammered, trying to defend himself, but the grin on Bella's face made it clear she had caught him.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh, while Oliver raised an eyebrow, amused by the whole exchange. "Ron, you're blushing," Oliver said with a smirk. "I didn't know you looked up to me that much."

Ron, still blushing furiously, scratched his head and muttered, "I just liked the book, alright? It's not like... not like I actually thought I could be him."

Bella chuckled, leaning back with a playful look. "Oh, sure, Ron. Totally not obsessed with being the hero. You just have a soft spot for the stories about a clever, brave, handsome wizard archer. No big deal."

Oliver laughed, shaking his head. "It's okay, Ron. I won't hold it against you," he teased. "But I must admit, it's a little flattering."

Ron groaned, now fully embarrassed, and threw his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright, you've got me. I admit it!" he said, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Even Harry joined in, shaking his head with a smile. "Well, Ron, looks like your secret's out."

Ron gave an exaggerated sigh and muttered, "I should've known better than to sit next to Bella."

"But where would the fun be without it?" Bella said with a wink, her smile wide and mischievous as always.

Despite the teasing, the warmth between them was undeniable, and they all continued to laugh together, the bonds of friendship growing even stronger.

As the laughter settled and the teasing subsided, Oliver's eyes naturally drifted to Hermione. A soft smile played at the corner of his lips as he looked at her, his gaze gentle and fond.

Hermione noticed immediately, her heart fluttering at the unspoken connection between them. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink as their eyes met. For a moment, it felt like time slowed down, and the noise of the group faded away, leaving just the two of them in that shared look.

She quickly looked away, her fingers nervously tugging at her sleeve, trying to regain her composure. "Oliver, stop," she muttered, though there was no real heat behind her words. She was too aware of the way her heart raced whenever he looked at her like that.

Ron, Bella, and Harry exchanged knowing glances but said nothing, leaving the two of them to their quiet moment. Bella raised an eyebrow at the couple, but even she didn't interrupt, sensing the warmth in the air between them.

Oliver chuckled softly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "What? Can't help it, Mia," he said, his smile growing wider as he saw her blush deepen.

Hermione shot him a look, but her smile betrayed her, and she couldn't hide the warmth in her cheeks. "You're impossible," she said, her voice soft but affectionate. She couldn't help but be touched by the way he looked at her, like she was the only person in the room.

Oliver's smile softened, and he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'll try to behave," he said quietly, though his eyes shone with affection.

Hermione's breath caught at the gesture, and she smiled at him, her heart swelling in her chest. "You don't have to try so hard," she replied, her voice barely a whisper, as if the moment was too precious to speak louder.

The group around them exchanged amused looks, but for once, they stayed quiet, allowing the two to enjoy their shared moment, knowing that nothing needed to be said out loud.

Oliver's smile faded just a little as he looked at Hermione, the weight of his words settling in. He took a deep breath, his voice softer now as he spoke. "You know, Hermione... that prophecy—about finding my first love? It wasn't just some random prediction. I didn't really believe it at first. But the moment Harry was in trouble, when Quirrell was attacking him... that was when my ancient magic fully awakened."

Hermione blinked in surprise, not expecting him to bring it up now, but she was listening intently.

Oliver's gaze shifted, and his eyes softened as they met hers. "I never imagined that when that moment came, it would be because of you, Mia," he said, his voice quiet yet certain. "That the magic would connect with you, of all people. And I'm glad. I'm more than glad. I'm grateful that you're my first love—the one who awakened this power in me. I'm thankful that we share it, this ancient magic that's been passed down through generations."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him, the seriousness in his voice sinking in. The smile she had been trying to hide now bloomed fully on her face, but there was something deeper in her eyes—a quiet understanding. She had always known there was something special about their connection, but hearing him say it out loud, in the way he did, made it feel even more profound.

"I didn't know," Hermione said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "I mean, I've always felt there was something between us. But to hear you say that... it's overwhelming, Ollie. In a good way."

Oliver chuckled, his gaze filled with affection. "I guess it's not every day someone gets to share ancient magic with the person they love. But... it's true. You and I, we're connected in a way that's beyond just magic. It's... something more."

Hermione's blush deepened, but she didn't look away. Instead, she reached out, brushing her hand lightly against his, letting her fingers linger there for a moment. "I'm glad too, Oliver. More than I could ever put into words," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the gravity of the moment deserved to be treated with reverence.

The group around them had been listening quietly, but now, Ron gave a low whistle and nudged Harry. "Bloody hell, you two," he said, his voice full of mock amazement, though his smile was warm. "Couldn't have picked a better pair, could we?"

Bella snickered but didn't comment further. She'd never seen Hermione so soft and open before, and it made her happy for her friend.

Oliver laughed softly, breaking the moment just a little, but the warmth between him and Hermione was undeniable. "You know," he said with a mischievous grin, "if you two keep interrupting, we might just have to head out somewhere private." He winked at Hermione, his teasing tone making her blush even more.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but there was affection in her smile as she squeezed his hand gently. "You're impossible," she said, her voice warm, but she couldn't hide the smile that spread across her face.

And for a moment, everything felt just right. The prophecy, the ancient magic, the connection between them—it all made sense now, in a way that felt like destiny. But more than that, it was a reminder that their bond was something deeper, something that would last beyond the magic itself.

Later

In the Great Hall

The students were gathered around, chatting excitedly as the end-of-year feast continued. The room buzzed with energy, but it all came to a halt as someone began to make a toast.

Everyone turned toward the Professors' table, where Dumbledore stood, raising his goblet with a gleam in his eye. "Another year gone," he began, his voice calm but full of gravitas. "And now, as I understand it, the time has come to award the House Cup. The points stand thus..."

The hall fell silent as Dumbledore paused dramatically, scanning the room.

"In fourth place," he continued, "Gryffindor, with 262 points." A polite round of applause broke out from the students.

"Third place," Dumbledore said, "Hufflepuff, with 352 points." More claps and cheers followed.

"In second place, Ravenclaw, with 426 points!" The Ravenclaws cheered loudly, beaming with pride.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles. "And in first place... with 472 points..." He let the suspense build. "Slytherin house!" The Slytherin table erupted in cheers and applause, the green and silver banners waving in triumph.

Oliver, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Bella exchanged quiet, disappointed glances as they looked over at the Slytherin table. But Dumbledore was not done.

"Yes, well done, Slytherin. Well done," he said with a slight chuckle. "However, as always, recent events must be taken into account. And I have a few last-minute points to award." His voice was warm, but there was a hint of mischief in his tone.

The students leaned in, curious, as Dumbledore smiled.

"To Miss Hermione Granger," he said, his voice ringing out, "for the cool use of intellect in a situation that could have been deadly for all involved... I award 50 points!"

The hall erupted in cheers, and Oliver grinned, clapping his hands. "Good job, Mia!"

Dumbledore continued, "Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best-played game of wizard's chess Hogwarts has seen in many years... I award 30 points!" The students cheered again, with many of them looking at Ron in admiration.

"Third," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling as he scanned the room, "to Miss Bella Allen, for showing intellect, calmness, and bravery in the face of danger, when things could have gone terribly wrong... 20 points!"

The applause was just as loud, and Bella's face flushed with pride as the students around her clapped.

"Fourth," Dumbledore continued, "to Mr. Oliver Queen, for displaying the qualities of a true leader in a situation that could have cost both you and your cousin dearly. I award 50 points!"

The cheers around Oliver were immediate and enthusiastic, with students shouting things like "Well done, Oliver!" and "Nice one, Queen!"

"And finally," Dumbledore said, his voice softening, "to Mr. Harry Potter... for pure nerve, outstanding courage, and leadership when it was needed most... I award Gryffindor 60 points!" The Great Hall filled with applause, and Oliver immediately pulled Harry into a tight hug.

"We're tied with Slytherin!" Hermione exclaimed, her voice full of shock and excitement.

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling brighter than ever. "Indeed, we are," he said, then turned to the entire hall. "But, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, and even more to stand up to your friends. I award 10 points... to Neville Longbottom."

The Gryffindor table exploded into cheers, standing and clapping for Neville, who was beet red but beaming with pride. Oliver quickly pulled Neville into a hug. "You did great, buddy," he said, his voice warm with affection. "I'm proud of you."

Neville smiled up at him. "Thank you, Oliver."

"Not a problem, Neville," Oliver replied with a grin.

Dumbledore stood tall once again, raising his hands. "Assuming my calculations are correct," he said, "I believe a change of decoration is in order."

With a snap of his fingers, the banners overhead shimmered and shifted, the Slytherin colors changing to Gryffindor's bright red and gold. The Gryffindor table burst into applause, cheering wildly.

"Gryffindor wins the House Cup!" Dumbledore declared with a flourish.

The entire Gryffindor table stood, throwing their hats and scarves into the air. Cheers filled the hall, and the pride was palpable. Oliver caught sight of Harry, who was grinning widely as he pulled Hagrid into a tight hug, his joy radiating across the room.

Oliver couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with pride for his house, for his friends, and for the adventures that awaited them in the years to come.

== Time Skip ==

At the end of the school year, Oliver was rolling his bag down the platform, heading toward the train that would take him home. Hagrid's booming voice called out from ahead, "Come on now, hurry up! You'll be late if you don't move it. The train's about to leave!" He waved them along, urging them to pick up the pace.

Oliver left his bag with a man in a red uniform at the entrance to the train. He caught sight of Hagrid waving at Harry, and decided to give them a moment to say goodbye.

"Come on, Ollie, Harry," Hermione called, hurrying them along.

"One minute, Mia," Oliver said with a smile, giving Harry a nod. "We'll be right back."

He guided Harry over to Hagrid, who grinned as they approached. "Thought you were leavin' without sayin' goodbye, eh?" Hagrid said with a wink.

He pulled out two thick, leather-bound books from under his coat, handing one to each boy. "This is for you two."

Oliver opened his book, his eyes softening as he saw the photo of his parents. His father, Robert, was smiling widely as he held a baby Oliver in his arms, his mother Moira beside them. The sight made Oliver's chest swell with emotion.

Harry opened his book, and his face lit up when he saw the photo of his parents, James and Lily Potter, holding a baby Harry. A moment of silent understanding passed between them, each of them seeing a piece of their own story in the other's book.

"Thanks, Hagrid," Harry said, looking up at the giant with a grateful smile. "From both of us."

Hagrid smiled warmly and shook both boys' hands. Then, before either of them could say anything else, Harry pulled both himself and Oliver into a big hug with Hagrid. Hagrid wrapped his massive arms around them, patting their backs affectionately.

"Go on now, you two," Hagrid said, his voice thick with emotion. "On with you. And listen, Harry... if that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any trouble... you can always threaten him. Maybe a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his, eh?" He winked at the boys, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

Harry chuckled but shook his head. "But Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic outside of Hogwarts, you know that."

Hagrid grinned, a twinkle in his eye. "I know, but your cousin doesn't, does he?" he said, giving them both a knowing wink. "Keep him on his toes."

Oliver smiled, shaking his head. "He won't need to. Harry's coming to live with my mom and me."

Hagrid's grin softened. "Good. He needs you, Ollie. You keep him safe, you hear? And you make sure you're safe too. I'll see you both next year."

The boys nodded, and with one last glance at Hagrid, they ran back to the train where Hermione was waiting.

"Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?" Hermione asked as they joined her, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

Harry looked at her, his expression thoughtful. "I'm not going home," he said, his voice quiet but resolute.

Oliver smiled softly, looking out over the platform, still seeing Hagrid waving from the distance. "Yeah. Hogwarts is home."

They all smiled as they found an empty compartment on the train, sitting down together. As the train pulled away, they waved out the window, watching until Hagrid was nothing more than a distant figure on the platform.

Back in London

At the Queen Manor

The boys walked into the house, their suitcases already in the hands of the servants, and found Moira standing in the doorway with a warm smile on her face.

"Hi, boys," she greeted them, her eyes lighting up as she saw them.

"Hi," Harry said, his tone a bit tentative but with a smile of his own.

Moira's gaze softened as she looked at Harry. "Hi, Harry. I'm your Aunt Moira. It's so good to see you again. You've grown so much since I saw you last."

Harry shifted awkwardly, still unsure of his place in the family. "Are you sure I'm allowed to be here? I mean, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia—"

Moira cut him off gently. "I fought for your custody when you and Oliver were at Hogwarts. I'm now your legal guardian, honey."

A weight seemed to lift from Harry's shoulders at her words. He smiled, his relief evident, and without thinking, he pulled Moira into a hug.

She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him gently. "Don't worry, dear. I won't be like them. Here, you'll be treated with love. We love you here, darling."

"Thank you," Harry whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"There's no need for thanks," Moira said, pulling back to look him in the eye with a smile. "Let's go meet Thea."

As they walked toward the other room, Oliver couldn't help but smile at the look on Harry's face. His cousin seemed to be absorbing everything, his relief so obvious it made Oliver's heart swell.

Before they could go any further, a voice called out from behind them. "Oliver Queen!"

Oliver turned to find his best friend, Tommy, grinning at him.

"What did I tell you?" Tommy said with a smirk. "Private schools suck."

Oliver chuckled. "It's not that bad. I got to meet my cousin, Harry."

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "Is he here?"

Oliver nodded. "He's meeting Thea."

Tommy's eyes brightened. "All right. Well, next year, I'll be joining you at Hogwarts. And we'll get into a lot of trouble there, Ollie."

Oliver chuckled. "Maybe. But I've got to watch out for Harry."

Tommy gave him a teasing look. "What, the great Harry Potter can't look after himself?"

Oliver shook his head. "Not all the time. Which is why he needs me."

Tommy grinned and clapped Oliver on the back. "Fair enough, mate."

They shared a quick hug, both of them grinning at the promise of more adventures ahead.

Just then, Moira appeared in the doorway again, calling, "You boys coming in here to eat or what?"

Oliver grinned. "Yes, mother. We're coming now."

With that, Moira turned and walked toward the dining room. The boys followed her, still smiling, ready to enjoy a meal together—comforted by the fact that they were finally home.

As they entered the dining room, Thea, who had been waiting eagerly by the table, immediately spotted Oliver and ran over to him.

"Oliver!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Can I have a hug?"

Oliver grinned and immediately opened his arms wide. "Of course, little sis."

Without hesitation, Thea dashed into his arms, her small frame easily lifted as he picked her up. He held her close, pressing a kiss to her head and murmuring softly, "You're my precious sister, Thea. I've missed you."

Thea wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "I missed you too, Ollie," she whispered, holding on tight as if afraid to let go.

Oliver smiled, his heart full as he hugged her tighter. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of warmth at the closeness they shared. After a moment, he gently lowered her back down to the floor, though her small hands still clung to his shirt.

Moira, watching the exchange, smiled with a soft, proud expression. "You two are so close. It's good to see."

Oliver glanced over at her and nodded. "She's my little sister. Always will be."

Thea beamed up at him, her eyes shining. "Always and forever," she said with a playful grin, and Oliver chuckled, his heart light.

"All right, you two," Moira said, her voice warm and inviting. "Let's get to the table before the food gets cold."

The boys smiled, following Moira and Thea to their seats, feeling the warmth of family and love surrounding them as they settled into a meal that felt like the start of a new chapter in their lives.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and Moira paused, glancing toward it. "Were we expecting anyone else?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

Oliver and Harry both shook their heads, looking equally puzzled. "No, we weren't," Oliver said.

The family exchanged a glance before walking toward the door. Moira opened it, revealing Hermione standing on the doorstep with her parents, who were looking around nervously, likely not knowing what to expect.

Moira raised an eyebrow, a polite but confused expression on her face. "Who are you?" she asked.

Before anyone could respond, Oliver's face lit up with recognition. "Mia!" he exclaimed.

Hermione's eyes immediately brightened when she saw Oliver. Without a second thought, she rushed into his arms, pulling him into a tight hug. The moment she reached him, she kissed him on the cheek, a gesture of affection that took everyone by surprise. Her kiss was warm and genuine, filled with the kind of sweetness only someone who truly cared could convey.

Moira, still standing at the door, was momentarily stunned, her eyes darting from Hermione to her son and then back to the scene before her. Hermione pulled away after a long moment, her cheeks flushed with a combination of affection and embarrassment.

"Sorry, Mum, Dad," Hermione said quickly, clearing her throat as she remembered her parents were standing right there. She turned to them, a sheepish smile on her face. "I, uh, I didn't expect to be so... spontaneous."

Her parents, still processing the situation, exchanged glances. Her father, Mr. Granger, cleared his throat awkwardly. "It's, uh, nice to meet you all," he said, trying to seem nonchalant but clearly caught off guard by his daughter's display of affection.

Mrs. Granger, though a little more composed, still looked mildly stunned. "Hello, everyone," she said, her voice kind but unsure. "It's good to see you again, Oliver."

Oliver smiled sheepishly but warmly at Hermione's parents. "It's great to see you both too," he said, giving Hermione's hand a quick squeeze. He had long since gotten used to the closeness he shared with Hermione, though he hadn't quite anticipated it happening so openly in front of her parents.

Hermione's parents seemed to relax a bit, though they still exchanged an occasional curious glance at the young couple. Moira, still smiling, stepped aside to let them in. "Well, don't just stand there. Come on in, the food's ready," she said, her voice warm and welcoming.

As Hermione and her parents entered the house, Oliver and Hermione exchanged a quick, secretive smile. The rest of the family followed them into the living room, and soon the tension melted into light conversation, the group settling into the easy rhythm of family and friends. But it was clear that the dynamic between Oliver and Hermione was a bit more than just friends.

Hermione's parents, though a bit uncertain, seemed willing to accept this new reality, and the rest of the evening unfolded with laughter and warmth as the evening began, with Hermione standing close to Oliver as they all gathered together.

Later

After dinner, the cool evening breeze brushed gently across the grounds of Queen Manor as Oliver and Hermione strolled side by side, their fingers intertwined. The path beneath their feet was lined with tall, graceful trees that swayed softly, their leaves rustling in the wind. The manor stood tall in the distance, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. It was peaceful here, a stark contrast to the intense moments they had shared during the school year.

Oliver glanced at Hermione, a contemplative look in his eyes. "Mia," he started softly, his voice carrying a touch of curiosity, "do you think... do you think we'll have more abilities with our ancient magic as time goes on? I mean, it's already been incredible how we've been able to use it, but what if there's more to it?"

Hermione looked up at him, her brow furrowing slightly as she pondered the question. She thought back to the moment in the dungeons when Oliver had turned Quirrell to stone with his powerful, almost instinctive use of magic. It was the same magic that had flowed through her when she healed Ron, and the same magic that had protected Harry. It had been more than just spells—it had been part of them, like an unspoken connection to something much older and deeper.

"I don't know," she admitted, her voice thoughtful. "It's strange, isn't it? It feels like there's so much more to discover, but at the same time... it's like we're just scratching the surface."

Oliver squeezed her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a comforting gesture. "It's like we've tapped into something that's always been there," he said. "Maybe we'll learn to control it better, or maybe it'll grow stronger, but... I don't know, it feels like it's a part of us now. Something we can't ignore."

Hermione stopped walking for a moment, turning to face him. "You think we'll get stronger at it?" she asked, her voice full of wonder and uncertainty. "Or that we'll unlock new powers we don't even know about yet?"

"I think," Oliver said slowly, "that as we grow, so will the magic. It's in our blood, Mia. It's tied to who we are. I don't know exactly how it works, but I feel like we're just beginning to understand it. Maybe it will be like a muscle that we have to train, or maybe... it'll just come to us when we need it most."

Hermione considered his words, feeling a sense of wonder. The idea that their magic was part of them, that it was something they could grow into, was both exciting and daunting. It was like they were chosen to carry something ancient, something powerful. And yet, the idea that it could continue to grow—changing as they did—was almost overwhelming.

"Whatever happens," she said softly, her eyes meeting his with a sincerity that made her heart flutter, "I'm glad we're in this together. I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else."

Oliver smiled, pulling her closer as they continued walking. "I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else either," he replied, his voice steady and sure.

They walked in silence for a moment, the soft sounds of the evening surrounding them, until Oliver spoke again. "Do you think we'll ever fully understand it? This magic, I mean?"

Hermione looked up at the stars now beginning to twinkle in the sky, a faint smile on her lips. "Maybe not fully," she said. "But I think the more we learn about ourselves, the more we'll understand it. The more we understand it, the more we'll be able to use it. Together."

Oliver nodded thoughtfully, squeezing her hand once more. "Together," he echoed.

The night stretched on, and the two of them continued to walk side by side, both feeling a sense of peace and anticipation for whatever lay ahead. They didn't have all the answers yet, but as long as they had each other—and the ancient magic that connected them—they knew they were ready to face whatever challenges the future might bring.

Later

As Oliver and Hermione made their way back toward the Queen Manor, the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet was the only sound accompanying them. They had talked for what felt like hours, discussing the future, their magic, and everything in between. But as they neared the front door, a sense of calm washed over them both. The manor loomed in the distance, warm light spilling from the windows, casting a golden glow that made everything feel like home.

The door swung open as they approached, and Thea stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, an amused look on her face. "You two have been out there for a while," she remarked, eyeing them both with a curious gaze. "Why do you seem so... close?"

Oliver and Hermione exchanged a quick glance, both of them momentarily unsure of how to answer. There was no hiding the bond between them, not anymore. The prophecy, the ancient magic—it was all intertwined in their connection.

Oliver chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's... a bit complicated," he said, taking a step toward his younger sister. "But, you know, I suppose I should tell you about it."

Thea raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Oliver sighed, his eyes flickering to Hermione, who gave him an encouraging smile. "It's from The Tales of Oliver Queen," he began. "There's a prophecy... one that says I'd find my first love, and when I did, we'd share a kind of ancient magic together. I didn't really believe it at first... I mean, who would? But then... well, it all started happening. The magic, the way it flowed between me and Hermione, especially when we were in danger... it was like something I couldn't control, but also something I knew deep down I had to protect."

Hermione nodded, adding, "It's like we were always meant to find each other, and when we did, it just... made sense. The prophecy was true, even if it sounds a little unbelievable."

Thea's eyes widened, a grin spreading across her face. "So, you two are... destined to be together?"

Oliver shrugged, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I guess so. It's hard to explain. But the magic—the ancient magic—it's a part of us now. It's in our blood, and it will always be with us, especially as we grow."

Thea's grin softened into something more thoughtful. "That's... kind of amazing, Ollie. I can't believe all this started from a book." She paused for a moment, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two. "So, does this mean... you two are... well, more than just friends now?"

Hermione blushed slightly at Thea's question, but Oliver was quick to answer with a playful grin. "You could say that," he said. "We've got a lot to figure out, but... yeah. We're more than just friends. And I think we always will be."

Thea beamed, clearly happy for her brother and his first love. "I'm glad for you two," she said sincerely. "It's nice to see things fall into place."

Oliver smiled back at his sister, his heart swelling with warmth. "Thanks, Thea. It means a lot to me... to both of us."

"Well," Thea said, crossing her arms and glancing toward the dining room, "now that the lovebirds are back inside, how about we all sit down for a proper chat?"

Oliver and Hermione exchanged another glance, both of them smiling. They had a lot to look forward to, not just as individuals, but as a team—whether it was understanding their magic, living up to the prophecy, or simply enjoying moments like these together.

"Sounds good to me," Hermione said, squeezing Oliver's hand. "Lead the way, Thea."

And with that, the three of them entered the manor, the warmth of the evening and the sense of family surrounding them as they prepared for the next chapter of their shared journey.

As they entered the manor and walked through the large foyer, Thea, with her usual curiosity, turned to Oliver and Hermione, her gaze lingering on their intertwined hands. "So," she said with a sly smile, "how did you two get together, anyway? You seem... a lot closer than before."

Oliver and Hermione exchanged a glance, both knowing this moment was inevitable. Hermione was the first to speak, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and fondness.

"Well," Hermione began, glancing at Oliver, "it actually all started in a hallway right outside Professor McGonagall's classroom."

Thea raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "In the hallway? Was it the first time you kissed?"

Hermione chuckled softly, her face flushing slightly as she nodded. "Not exactly. But it was the first time something like that happened for us. We were trying to get Professor Snape's attention away from Harry and the others. The situation was... tense, and we needed Snape distracted. And we thought—well, a kiss would definitely grab his attention."

Thea blinked in surprise. "You kissed each other... to distract Snape?"

Oliver chuckled at the memory, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. It was a bit crazy. Neither of us were expecting it, but it was kind of the only thing we could think of in the moment. Hermione was the one who actually suggested it, and I didn't exactly have a better idea."

Hermione shrugged, a smile tugging at her lips. "It was either that, or try to outsmart him, which we knew probably wouldn't work. So, I just went for it."

Thea grinned, clearly enjoying the story. "That's so brave! So, what happened? Was Snape furious?"

Hermione let out a soft laugh. "Well, we didn't stop kissing until Snape actually came over to us. And you could tell he was completely thrown off. He had no idea how to react. He just looked at us for a moment, then cleared his throat, looking very annoyed, before asking what we were doing."

Oliver grinned. "Yeah, and we were so into it, we didn't realize he was standing there until he was pretty close. Snape seemed more confused than angry, though. It was the last thing he expected from us."

Thea burst into laughter. "I can't imagine the look on his face! But I bet it worked, right?"

"It did," Oliver confirmed. "We definitely had Snape's attention. He didn't question us too much after that, and we could get back to making sure Harry and the others were safe."

Hermione smiled, her voice softening. "It wasn't just about the kiss, though. It was about what happened after—how we realized there was something deeper between us. Something we both didn't expect, but something we both needed."

Oliver nodded. "Yeah, it's not just about the kiss. It's about how we've grown together, especially with everything that's happened. I'm just glad it's Hermione I'm going through it all with."

Thea gave them a knowing smile. "You two are really perfect for each other, you know? I'm glad you found each other."

Hermione smiled warmly at Thea, feeling grateful for the support. "Thank you, Thea."

Oliver chuckled, squeezing Hermione's hand. "Yeah, thanks. It means a lot."

With that, they all shared a quiet, happy moment as they made their way deeper into the manor, ready to enjoy the evening with the family. The air was filled with warmth and contentment, the bond between them all growing stronger with each passing day.

Thea, always curious and intrigued by the relationship between her brother and Hermione, watched them with a smile before turning to Hermione. Her voice was light and teasing, though there was a hint of genuine curiosity. "So, Hermione," she asked, "how did you fall in love with my brother? Was it the kiss, or was it something else?"

Hermione smiled warmly at Thea, her thoughts drifting back to the beginning of it all. "Well," she began, looking at Oliver with affection, "I think, in a way, I fell in love with him long before I even met him."

Thea's eyes widened in surprise. "Before you even met him? How does that work?"

Hermione chuckled softly, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "I first learned about Oliver when I read The Tales of Oliver Queen as a child. His stories made such an impression on me—he was brave, kind, and so clever. I admired him, and in a way, I felt like I was falling in love with the idea of him. I used to fantasize about being his first love, especially when I read the prophecy in the book. I remember wishing, deeply, that I could be the one he'd share that ancient magic with."

Thea's expression shifted from one of curiosity to genuine intrigue. "So, you were in love with him before you even knew him? That's kind of wild."

Hermione nodded, a little embarrassed but smiling at the memory. "I know, it sounds strange, but it felt real to me. I had no idea, of course, that one day, I'd actually meet him—and that I'd become a part of his world."

Oliver, who had been listening quietly, squeezed Hermione's hand. "It's still strange to me," he admitted with a small chuckle, "that you were reading about me as a kid and wishing you'd be my first love."

Hermione's eyes softened as she met his gaze, her heart full. "I didn't know then that I'd be lucky enough to actually be here with you now, but I guess life has its way of surprising us, doesn't it?"

Thea looked between them, clearly processing what Hermione had just shared. "Wow," she said thoughtfully, "that's... so sweet. And wait a minute—you're my brother's first love, right?"

Hermione paused, her heart fluttering at the question. "Yes, I think so," she said, almost in disbelief. "I can't believe I'm actually his first love, though. I mean, he's always been this incredible person in my eyes, and now... to think that he feels the same way about me—it's just beyond anything I could have imagined."

Thea grinned, clearly pleased with the realization. "Well, that's perfect, then. You two are exactly where you're meant to be."

Hermione smiled softly, a feeling of contentment washing over her. "It feels that way. It's like we were always supposed to find each other. Even if we didn't know it at first."

Thea, seeing how happy her brother and Hermione made each other, gave a playful nudge to Oliver. "You've got a good one, Ollie. Don't let her go."

Oliver laughed, pulling Hermione a little closer. "I have no intention of letting her go."

Hermione's heart swelled, feeling as if everything—every moment that had led her to this point—had been worth it. As she looked at Oliver, she couldn't help but feel like this was just the beginning of their story, and it was one she was eager to continue writing.

As the group stood together, their conversation flowing easily, Hermione's mother, who had been quietly listening in the background, couldn't help but overhear the conversation. She had been standing by the door, trying not to interrupt, but the mention of Hermione fantasizing about being Oliver's first love caught her attention.

With a gentle but slightly curious tone, Mrs. Granger stepped forward, raising an eyebrow as she addressed Hermione. "Hermione," she said softly, her voice full of concern, "did you really fantasize about being Oliver's first love as a child?"

Hermione felt her cheeks turn a shade of red, and she nervously looked at Oliver before turning her gaze to her mother. "I—well, yes," she admitted, her voice a little unsure. "When I was younger, I read The Tales of Oliver Queen and, I guess, I kind of imagined myself being the one he shared that... special magic with." She let out a small laugh, feeling a little embarrassed now that her mother had heard that part.

Mrs. Granger gave a small, understanding smile but then asked gently, "But, darling, do you really love him? I mean, you're only twelve. Love at your age can be... complicated."

The room went quiet for a moment as everyone looked at Hermione, waiting for her response. Oliver, standing beside her, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, silently offering her support.

Hermione took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the question but also the truth of what she felt. "I do," she said firmly, her voice clear. "I love Oliver. It's not just because of the prophecy or because of some book. It's more than that. We've been through so much together already—he's brave and kind, and he's always been there for me. I feel safe with him, and I've never felt more... connected to someone in my life. I know we're young, but this—what we have—it's real."

Her words hung in the air, and there was a soft, knowing look that passed between her and Oliver, who smiled at her with so much affection. It was as though everything that had brought them together, all their adventures and shared moments, had led to this truth.

Mrs. Granger watched them closely, taking in Hermione's words. After a moment of silence, she nodded thoughtfully, her expression softening. "I see," she said quietly, her gaze shifting between Hermione and Oliver. "I just want you to be sure, sweetheart. Love is a big word, and at your age, it's easy to be swept up in feelings that feel powerful but can be fleeting. I trust you, Hermione, and I can see that Oliver is someone special to you. Just promise me you'll take things one step at a time."

Hermione nodded earnestly. "I promise, Mum. I'm not rushing anything. I just know what I feel in my heart."

Oliver, hearing her words, smiled warmly at her, his heart swelling with pride. "And I feel the same way, Mrs. Granger. We're just... learning about each other, about this magic we share. But I care about Hermione a lot, and I'll always protect her."

Mrs. Granger seemed satisfied with their responses, her concern easing. She smiled warmly at both of them. "I trust you, Hermione. And I can see that Oliver is someone who truly cares about you."

Hermione let out a small sigh of relief, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She reached out to hug her mother, grateful for her understanding. "Thank you, Mum."

Oliver, watching the exchange with a sense of pride, couldn't help but feel even more grateful for the family he had around him—his own mother, Harry, Thea, and now, Hermione's parents. Together, they all felt like they were a part of something bigger, something that would only grow stronger with time.

As Hermione pulled away from the hug, she smiled at Oliver, feeling as though everything was falling into place. Despite their age, despite the challenges they would inevitably face, they had each other. And for now, that was enough.

Oliver walked into the kitchen, hoping to get a quiet drink after the conversation that had just taken place. He reached for the pitcher of water on the counter, but as he turned to grab a glass, he noticed Mr. Granger sitting at the kitchen table, deep in thought.

Mr. Granger looked up as Oliver approached, offering him a small, somewhat distracted smile. "Ah, Oliver," he said, his tone gentle but with a hint of amusement, "I wasn't expecting to see you in here."

"Just getting a drink," Oliver replied, a little awkwardly, still not used to being in such close proximity to Hermione's parents. "How's everything going?"

Mr. Granger let out a sigh, rubbing his hand through his hair as if trying to process the whirlwind of emotions he was currently feeling. "Well, to be honest," he began, his voice a little strained, "I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything." He paused for a moment, giving Oliver a pointed look. "My daughter... Hermione... is in love with you, one of the greatest wizards from a children's book."

Oliver blinked in surprise at the comment. "What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Mr. Granger leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as if bracing himself for the weight of the conversation. "I've heard all about you, Oliver Queen," he said, his tone soft but tinged with a bit of disbelief. "I know about the Tales of Oliver Queen—the story of the young hero who could do impossible things, save the day, and inspire generations of children, including my daughter."

Oliver's heart warmed a little at the mention of the book. He had never really thought much about it, but hearing Mr. Granger's perspective made him realize just how much those stories had impacted people, especially Hermione.

"And now," Mr. Granger continued, "I'm supposed to process the fact that my daughter is the girl in the prophecy—the one that says your first love would share ancient magic with you. The very girl who grew up reading those books and fantasizing about being the one to share that magic with you." His voice was tinged with wonder as he shook his head, clearly still trying to come to terms with it all.

Oliver felt a bit of guilt mixed with understanding as he stood there, silently listening to Mr. Granger. He didn't know if he'd ever fully grasp how much of an impact Hermione's feelings for him must have had on her, or how overwhelming it must be for her parents to process it all, especially since it all seemed to have happened so suddenly.

"I understand how it must feel," Oliver said quietly, taking a seat across from Mr. Granger. "I never really thought about what it meant for Hermione to be in this prophecy. I've just been focusing on what we're going through together. But I can promise you one thing—I care about her. And I'll always protect her, no matter what."

Mr. Granger nodded slowly, his expression softening as he looked at Oliver with a mixture of wariness and acceptance. "I believe you, Oliver," he said after a moment. "I can see how much you care about her. And that's what matters most to me."

Oliver was relieved to hear that. He knew Mr. Granger still had concerns—any parent would—but it felt like a step in the right direction.

"You know," Mr. Granger added, almost to himself, "this whole thing—Hermione being the girl from the prophecy and you being... well, you—it's a lot to take in. But in a way, I'm proud of her. She's always been special, and I've always known she was destined for greatness. I guess I just didn't expect it to be like this."

Oliver smiled, nodding in agreement. "Neither did I, sir. But sometimes, life takes unexpected turns. And I'm just... I'm glad that Hermione's in my life. I'm glad that we have each other."

Mr. Granger smiled back, a faint, approving smile that reached his eyes. "I can see that, Oliver. Just promise me you'll be careful with her heart. She's a very strong girl, but she's also vulnerable in ways she doesn't always show. And, well... so are you."

"I promise, Mr. Granger," Oliver said, his voice earnest. "I'll take care of her."

With that, the conversation seemed to settle, and they shared a moment of mutual understanding. Oliver felt a deep respect for Mr. Granger's words, and he realized that despite the complexity of the situation, he had earned the approval of someone important in Hermione's life.

After a moment, Mr. Granger stood up, clapping Oliver on the shoulder. "Well, I'm sure your friends are wondering where you've gone off to. We'll talk more another time. But for now, just keep being the young man you are. That's all I can ask."

Oliver nodded, grateful for the conversation. "Thanks, Mr. Granger."

With that, he headed back toward the living room, ready to rejoin the others, feeling a little lighter. He knew that while there were still many things to work through, with Hermione by his side, they could handle anything that came their way.

Oliver walked into the living room, feeling a sense of peace after his conversation with Mr. Granger. The weight of the situation hadn't quite disappeared, but he felt a little more grounded, knowing that he had the approval of Hermione's father. He glanced around the room, spotting Hermione, Thea, and Harry all talking, laughter filling the air as they gathered by the fireplace.

The atmosphere in the room was light, but there was an undercurrent of deep connection between everyone. Hermione, sitting on one of the couches, glanced up and immediately noticed him. Her face brightened as she smiled, and Oliver couldn't help but return the smile, his heart lifting just from seeing her.

"Hey, Ollie," Hermione greeted him softly, motioning for him to come over. "We were just talking about the prophecy again."

Oliver raised an eyebrow, joining them on the couch. "Oh yeah?" he asked, sitting down next to Hermione. "What about it?"

Thea, who had been sitting beside Harry, jumped in with an eager expression. "Hermione was telling me more about how you two are connected through it. You know, how you've always kind of been meant to be together."

Hermione flushed slightly, glancing down at her hands. "Well, it's just... strange," she admitted. "I didn't expect things to unfold this way. But here we are."

Oliver smiled at her, his fingers brushing against hers. "I didn't expect it either," he said, his voice gentle. "But I'm glad it's happening. And I'm glad it's with you."

She met his eyes, a warmth spreading across her face. "I'm glad too, Ollie."

The moment lingered for a second, and even Thea, normally chatty, seemed to sense the intimacy between them. She looked at Harry, who gave her a knowing look. The two exchanged silent smiles before Thea turned back to Oliver and Hermione. "So... is it really all true then? You two are, like, the stuff of legends now?"

Oliver chuckled lightly. "I don't know about legends," he said, "but we definitely have a lot to figure out together. The prophecy, the magic, everything. It's a lot to take in."

Hermione nodded. "It is. But I think we can handle it, especially with all of you here."

There was a pause as everyone looked at each other, the bond between them all evident. Thea, ever curious, leaned in closer. "But, Hermione, you're really in love with Ollie? Even after everything that's happened?"

Hermione blushed deeply but didn't shy away from the question. "Yes, I am. And I've been in love with him long before we met." Her voice was steady, even though her cheeks were pink. "It's strange, but when I read about him in the book and then saw the prophecy, I knew that somehow, I was meant to be with him."

Oliver's heart swelled, hearing Hermione's words. She had always been his first love, but hearing her say it out loud made it all the more real. He smiled at her again, squeezing her hand softly. "I never thought I'd meet someone like you, Mia. I didn't think any of it was real. But now... now I know. It's all real."

The room went quiet for a moment as everyone processed their words. The bond between Oliver and Hermione was undeniable, and even Harry and Thea could see the depth of their connection.

Harry, ever the observant one, broke the silence with a smile. "You know," he said, "if you two are going to be a legendary couple, I'm going to need to get used to it. I feel like I'm living in a storybook sometimes."

Oliver laughed, ruffling Harry's hair. "Yeah, well, don't get too used to it. We're just a couple of kids trying to figure things out."

"But we're doing it together," Hermione added softly, her eyes locking with Oliver's. "And that's what matters."

Thea grinned, clearly enjoying seeing her brother and Hermione so happy together. "Well, I think it's pretty awesome. You guys are the real deal."

There was another round of quiet smiles, and Oliver felt a sense of contentment that he hadn't quite experienced before. Everything was still uncertain, but in this moment, surrounded by the people who mattered most to him, he knew that they would face whatever came next—together.

The conversation turned to lighter topics, but the connection between them all remained. For now, at least, the future didn't seem so daunting. It felt like they could take on anything, as long as they were by each other's side.

And as the evening continued, Oliver couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky. He had his family, his friends, and most of all, Hermione. What more could he ask for?

To be continued...

The End of Book 1

{{Thank you all for staying tuned for this book. Even though you didn't have to wait long for it. I hope you like this story, just like how I liked writing this story. I can't wait to start book 2, and I can't wait to see what happens with the gang then. I also hope you all like the spelling corrections from the new repost. See you all next time. Bye.}}