In the Great Hall

It was nearly Christmas, and the boys were huddled in the Great Hall, playing a lively game of Wizard's Chess. Harry leaned over the board, studying his options, then announced, "Knight to E-5."

Oliver watched as Hermione walked up beside him just as Ron moved his piece. "Queen to E-5," Ron said with a smirk.

They all watched as the queen piece came alive, smashing Harry's knight with a ruthless swing of its chair. Hermione gasped, wide-eyed. "That's totally barbaric!"

Ron shrugged, grinning. "That's Wizard's Chess for you." He glanced at her luggage. "I see you've packed."

Hermione nodded. "I see you haven't. Neither have you, Ollie."

Oliver and Ron exchanged looks and said in unison, "Change of plans."

Oliver added, "My mom wants me to stay here to keep an eye on Harry—to make sure he's alright and not alone."

Hermione nodded in understanding.

"My parents went to Romania to visit my brother Charlie," Ron explained. "He's studying dragons there."

"Well, then the two of you can help Harry," Hermione replied. "He'll need extra time in the library over the break to find out more about Nicholas Flamel."

Oliver groaned. "But we've looked everywhere, Hermione! We've already been through hundreds of books."

Hermione gave him a knowing look. "Ollie, we haven't looked in the Restricted Section yet. Happy Christmas—especially to you, Ollie." She offered a warm smile.

"Merry Christmas, Mia," Oliver replied, smiling back as she walked away, her suitcase rolling behind her.

Once she was gone, Ron sighed. "I think we've been a bad influence on her."

Oliver chuckled, his eyes still on Hermione's retreating figure. "Maybe just a little."

As the Great Hall began to empty, Oliver leaned over to Ron, intrigued. "Hey, Ron, could you tell me more about that children's book about... well, me?"

Ron grinned, clearly excited. "Right, of course! I actually brought a copy with me." He reached into his bag, pulling out a well-worn book with a colorful cover that read The Tales of Oliver Queen. The cover showed a brave young wizard with a bow in hand, facing off against a looming dragon.

Flipping it open, Ron began to read aloud clearing his throat:

"'Young Oliver was stranded on a remote island, filled with hidden dangers and ancient secrets. Armed with nothing but his wits and his first handcrafted bow, he learned to survive against the odds. Through cunning and courage, he managed to evade treacherous traps, befriended wild creatures, and defended himself from mysterious islanders. Alone in the wilderness, he grew into a resilient hero.'"

Ron paused, watching Oliver's face. "Blimey, can't imagine doing all that at your age."

Harry looked equally fascinated. "That's amazing, Oliver," he said, leaning in. "Did it really happen just like that?"

Oliver smiled, a bit taken aback by the words on the page. "Not everything, but... a lot of it's true," he admitted, his mind flashing back to those years. "The island was full of strange places, and I had to learn a lot to get through."

Ron, eyes wide, eagerly turned the page. "You're basically famous twice over, mate. A wizard hero at Hogwarts and a legend of Lian Yu."

Ron's eyes lit up as he flipped to another section. "Hold on... there's a part here where you train with something called the League of Assassins?" he said, eyebrows raised.

Oliver's expression grew serious as he nodded, remembering that dark chapter of his life. "Yeah, that part... that one's real too."

Ron took a breath and continued reading: "'After proving his strength and resourcefulness on the island, young Oliver was eventually discovered by a mysterious group known as the League of Assassins. Under their stern and relentless training, he mastered skills beyond simple survival—he learned the art of combat, stealth, and wizardry alike. Though he resisted their darker ways, he couldn't deny the power he gained from them.'"

Ron looked up, a bit awestruck. "So they actually trained you to... well, to do all that?"

Oliver nodded. "The League was intense, and they had their own beliefs about power and loyalty. I didn't agree with a lot of what they did, but I had to learn if I wanted to make it off the island alive."

Harry glanced at Oliver with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. "So you've been through things we can't even imagine," he said quietly. "It's no wonder you can take on anything Hogwarts throws at you."

Ron closed the book, looking thoughtful. "You know, all this stuff makes you sound like a hero from one of our stories. But it's real for you, isn't it?"

Oliver managed a small smile. "Yeah, it's real. But trust me, it wasn't glamorous. Sometimes, you do things just to survive, even if it means making hard choices." He glanced at his friends, grateful for their support. "But right now, I think being here with you two... it's probably the best chapter I could ask for."

Ron's eyes widened as he flipped through the pages excitedly. "Wait a second—there's something else here!" he said, his face lighting up with realization. "I remember now! I read this part ages ago and didn't even think it was real..."

Oliver leaned in, curious. "What part?"

Ron cleared his throat and began reading from a page marked with a delicate drawing of a phoenix and an archer: "'There exists a prophecy about the young archer Oliver Queen: when he encounters his first true love, ancient magic will be awakened within him and his love, a magic that will surpass anything seen for centuries.'"

He looked up at Oliver, eyes wide with awe. "It says that when you fall in love for the first time, you and she—or, you know, whoever it is—will be granted powers that even wizards from the oldest bloodlines can't control."

Harry leaned forward, captivated. "Ancient magic? That's rare magic... the kind that's nearly forgotten and can't be taught in any school." He looked at Oliver. "If that prophecy is true, Oliver, it means your connection to someone else could change everything."

Oliver sat back, processing. "I don't know," he said slowly. "All this prophecy stuff... I thought it was just part of a story, part of this book. I never really took it seriously." He shrugged, feeling a bit vulnerable. "I mean, love and magic? It sounds... strange. Powerful, but strange."

Ron grinned, nudging him playfully. "Well, maybe keep your eyes open. If you meet this person, you'd better tell us right away!" He held up the book dramatically. "Ancient magic waits for no one, Oliver."

Oliver rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling at his friends. "Alright, alright," he chuckled, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "If it happens, you two will be the first to know."

Ron smirked, clearly onto something. "Come on, Oliver. Isn't it obvious? You're always looking out for Hermione—helping her with spells, showing her the ropes. I mean, remember the first time we all learned to fly? You made sure she was alright and even helped her get her broom sorted!"

Oliver laughed, shaking his head. "Seriously? Mia is my first love?" he asked with a chuckle. "She's a friend, Ron. Besides, I just didn't want her to feel left out. I mean, it was her first flying lesson, and you know Hermione—she hates not being in control."

Ron looked thoughtful, still unconvinced. "Maybe. But you do seem to keep an eye on her more than the rest of us. You're protective, mate. And that's... well, it's a bit interesting, don't you think?"

Harry grinned, nudging Oliver. "Ron has a point. You do look out for her, maybe even more than for us sometimes. Just saying."

Oliver rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help a smile creeping onto his face. "You two are ridiculous. Hermione's just—well, she's Hermione! She's smart and brave, and, sure, I feel responsible for her sometimes. But that doesn't mean I'm secretly in love with her."

Ron laughed, throwing up his hands. "Alright, alright! We'll leave it at that... for now." He shot Harry a knowing look. "But if this prophecy kicks in, we'll see who's right."

Ron flipped through a few more pages, his eyes widening as he landed on a passage. He cleared his throat and began reading aloud, "'When Oliver Queen meets his first love, he will find himself weakened when they are near each other. Yet, when they are apart, they will be able to face and overcome any threat together, their powers enhanced beyond any ordinary magic.'"

Oliver looked up, his brow furrowed. "What does it mean when it says I'll be 'weakened' when we're around each other?"

Ron thought for a moment, tapping the page. "Maybe it means that when you and your first love are close, you'll both be at, you know, normal magical strength. Like any regular witch or wizard. But when you're apart... well, your strength will be magnified—both of yours. Like, you'll be more powerful than anyone else."

Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "So, when you're together, it keeps you grounded, but when you're apart, you're both at your peak potential? That's... that's actually kind of amazing."

Oliver's expression softened as he considered this. "So, we make each other more powerful... by not always needing to be in the same place."

Ron grinned. "You and your first love will be like... well, like magnets. Close together, you're grounded, but apart, you're a force to be reckoned with." He chuckled. "Whoever she is, she's got her hands full with you, mate."

Oliver couldn't help but laugh, even though he felt a strange pull in his chest. "Well, I don't even know who she is yet," he said with a smirk. "But when I do, I guess we'll just have to see if that prophecy holds up."

Ron nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I suppose we'll find out soon enough. Maybe you'll meet her when we least expect it. The whole prophecy thing always has a funny way of working itself out, doesn't it?"

Oliver shrugged, still deep in thought. "Maybe, but I'm not exactly looking for anyone right now. I'm more focused on figuring out the whole 'weakened when we're together' bit. Sounds a bit strange to me."

Harry chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "Yeah, well, strange doesn't always mean bad. It could be a blessing in disguise. Like maybe you two will be stronger together in ways you don't even realize yet."

Oliver nodded, grateful for the reassurance, but the thought of it lingered in the back of his mind. What did it mean to be "weakened" in the presence of someone you loved? How could someone he hadn't even met yet play such a huge role in his future?

As Ron turned another page in the book, his eyes brightened, and he read aloud, "There's also a bit here about how this bond will affect their relationship. It says, 'When they find each other, they will be linked by an ancient magic that binds them—an unspoken understanding of each other's strengths and weaknesses. Neither will truly be complete without the other, but together they will unlock the power of the past.'"

"Ancient magic? What's that supposed to mean?" Oliver asked, leaning closer.

Ron frowned, clearly intrigued. "I don't know... something about magic older than Hogwarts itself, maybe. It sounds like your first love isn't just anyone. She might be tied to something much bigger than just you two. Maybe she's got her own prophecy."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Do you think this could be why you're meant to be together? Maybe there's a bigger purpose to this, something beyond just love."

Oliver didn't know what to think. The idea of being tied to ancient magic, especially something so powerful, was both thrilling and terrifying. "This is all starting to sound like a lot for one person to handle," he muttered.

Ron clapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, mate, you're the one with the destiny. We're just here to watch it unfold. And hey, if this girl's as special as the book makes her out to be, maybe she'll be able to handle whatever this magic is."

Oliver smiled half-heartedly, though the weight of what he had just learned was starting to sink in. "I guess we'll see. But for now, let's just keep our focus where it belongs—on the present."

Harry grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah, one thing at a time. Who knows, maybe this first love will show up at the next Quidditch match."

Ron chuckled. "And if she does, Oliver's going to be too distracted to even notice the Bludgers coming for him."

Oliver laughed, shaking his head. "Right. No distractions. Focus. But... thanks for the read, Ron. I guess it's better to know a little more, even if it's not all clear yet."

The three of them sat in thoughtful silence for a moment, the weight of the prophecy hanging in the air. What would the future hold for Oliver? Would he meet this girl soon? And what exactly would it mean for his magical journey—and for the love that was destined to change everything?

The Next day

In the Dorm

The next morning, Oliver and Harry were still in bed when they suddenly heard Ron shouting from downstairs, "Harry! Oliver! Wake up! Come on, wake up!"

Slowly, both boys blinked awake, and Oliver noticed Harry fumbling around for his glasses.

"Merry Christmas, cuz," Oliver said, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Happy Christmas, cousin," Harry mumbled, giving him a tired smile.

The boys rushed out of their room and downstairs to see Ron standing next to the Christmas tree, grinning from ear to ear.

"Happy Christmas, Harry! Merry Christmas, Oliver!" Ron called.

"Happy Christmas, Ron," Harry replied, still half-awake.

"Merry Christmas, Ron," Oliver added with a yawn.

Harry glanced at Ron's sweater and asked, "What are you wearing?"

Ron looked down at his bright, knitted jumper and shrugged. "Oh, my mum made it. Looks like you two got one too."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I've got presents?"

Ron nodded eagerly. "Yeah. You too, Oliver."

Oliver watched Harry's face light up at the mention of presents. It was clear to him that his cousin didn't usually get anything on Christmas. It tugged at his heart as Harry dashed toward the pile of gifts.

Oliver leaned against the railing and watched as Harry eagerly dug through the presents.

"There they are," Ron said, his voice brimming with excitement.

Oliver smiled as he saw Harry pick out a gift with his name on it.

Harry eagerly tore into the wrapping and opened the card aloud. "'Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well.'"

Oliver watched in awe as Harry opened the gift and revealed a shimmering cloak.

"What is it?" Ron asked, leaning in.

"I think it's some kind of cloak," Harry said, clearly puzzled.

"Well, put it on, then," Ron urged.

Oliver's eyes widened as Harry slipped the cloak over his shoulders. In an instant, Harry's body disappeared completely.

"Wow," Oliver whispered, his voice full of amazement.

"Whoa!" Ron exclaimed, staring wide-eyed.

Harry laughed, his voice coming from nowhere. "My body's gone!"

"I know what that is!" Ron said excitedly. "That's an invisibility cloak!"

Harry twirled around in disbelief, laughing as he spun in circles. "I'm invisible?"

Oliver chuckled at his cousin's excitement. "They're rare," he said, shaking his head in wonder.

Ron nodded eagerly. "Yeah, they really are. I wonder who gave it to you?"

Harry looked at the card again, his brow furrowed. "There's no name. It just says, 'Use it well.'"

Oliver patted Harry's shoulder. "Well, I guess we'll leave the library adventure to you then."

Harry nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Yeah... I think I'll go check it out. Thanks, both of you."

As Harry walked off with the cloak, Oliver and Ron exchanged curious glances, both wondering what other mysteries this unexpected gift might bring.

Oliver noticed a small, neatly wrapped package with his name on it sitting under the tree. It was tucked away a little to the side, almost as if it had been waiting for him.

He looked over at Ron, who was still staring in awe at Harry's disappearing act, and then down at the gift. He felt a strange sense of curiosity bubbling up inside him. The wrapping paper was plain, but the edges had a faint shimmer to them, almost like it was woven with magic.

"Well, I guess it's my turn," Oliver said, more to himself than anyone else.

He carefully peeled back the paper, his fingers tingling with anticipation. Inside was another cloak, much like Harry's but with a distinct difference. This one was deep green, almost the color of the forest at dusk, and it shimmered with an ethereal quality that made it seem alive, like it was beckoning him to try it on.

Ron leaned over, peering at the cloak. "Is that—?"

Oliver nodded slowly. "I think so." He held the cloak up, inspecting it closely. There was no card, no instructions, just the faint shimmer as it moved with the light.

"Well, don't just stand there, try it on!" Ron urged.

Oliver hesitated for a moment, a strange feeling in his chest, but then he slipped the cloak over his shoulders. The fabric settled comfortably around him, as though it was made specifically for him. A wave of warmth washed over him, but as he looked down, he was surprised to see that he was still visible.

"Strange," Oliver muttered to himself.

He tugged at the cloak, feeling it slip a bit closer around his neck, and as he did, a rush of power seemed to flow through him, an energy that felt both comforting and powerful. His vision blurred for a moment, but when he blinked, he realized something amazing had happened.

The world around him seemed sharper, clearer—almost like his senses had heightened. He looked up at Ron, but Ron didn't seem to notice anything different.

"Ron," Oliver asked, feeling a little bewildered, "Do you see anything different about me?"

Ron blinked at him and shook his head. "No. Are you feeling okay, Ollie?"

Oliver smiled, his eyes still wide with wonder. "Yeah, I think it's more than just an invisibility cloak... it's like... it's like it heightens everything. My senses are sharper. I feel—" He stopped himself, suddenly feeling the weight of the cloak in a way he hadn't before. It was unlike any magic he'd ever encountered. "I think this cloak... it's not just for hiding."

Ron looked at him, confused. "So, what? It's a cloak of some sort of magical enhancement?"

Oliver nodded slowly, his mind spinning with the possibilities. He could feel the energy flowing through him as he wore the cloak. It was as if the cloak was amplifying something within him, something untapped.

"This is... this is crazy," Oliver said, still trying to process everything.

Ron gave him a puzzled look but said nothing further. Instead, he turned back toward Harry, who was still in the midst of twirling in circles, clearly enjoying his new invisible state. Oliver stood there for a moment longer, taking in the strange magic of the cloak, wondering what it all meant. What had the gift-giver intended with this? It didn't seem to be merely for concealment—this cloak felt like it was designed for something far more important, something tied to his fate.

But for now, he would just enjoy the moment. After all, it was Christmas.

Later

At Night

That night, as Oliver lay in bed, sound asleep, he was suddenly stirred by an excited voice calling out.

"Ron! Ollie! You've really gotta see this! Ollie! Ron! You've gotta see this!"

Before Oliver could even open his eyes, he felt his blankets being tugged off him.

Groggily, Oliver sat up, blinking in the dim light. Next to him, Ron was doing the same, rubbing his eyes in confusion. They both turned to see Harry standing at the foot of their beds, practically bouncing with excitement.

"Harry?" Ron mumbled, still half-asleep. "What is it?"

Harry grinned, almost glowing with enthusiasm. "Come on! Get out of bed! There's something you two have got to see!"

Oliver glanced at Ron, who raised an eyebrow, equally puzzled but clearly intrigued.

"Why?" Ron asked, rubbing his neck.

Harry was practically vibrating with energy. "You'll see! Come on, it's important!"

Oliver exchanged a look with Ron, both still groggy but too curious to ignore Harry's urgency. Reluctantly, they both swung their legs out of bed.

"Alright, alright," Oliver muttered, a little annoyed at being dragged out of bed but eager to find out what Harry was so excited about.

"Trust me, you're gonna want to see this," Harry insisted as he turned and hurried toward the door, practically pulling them along with him.

In another room

Once they arrived at the room with the Invisibility Cloak, Harry eagerly pulled it off and said, "Come on! Come look! It's my parents!"

The boys followed Harry, but their excitement turned to confusion when they stopped in front of a mirror.

Ron squinted at the glass. "I only see us," he said, scratching his head.

Harry motioned for them to come closer. "Look properly. Stand in the middle, go on."

Oliver, standing a little to the side, watched as Ron's eyes widened in realization.

"There!" Harry said, pointing excitedly. "Do you see them now?"

Ron's eyes went wide as he stared into the mirror. "That's me! But... I'm Head Boy! And I'm holding the Quidditch Cup... and bloody hell! I'm Quidditch captain too! I look good!"

Ron stepped aside to let Oliver stand in front of the mirror.

As Oliver looked into the glass, his heart skipped a beat. He saw his father, Robert, smiling at him, looking exactly as he remembered from before... before everything had changed.

"Dad?" Oliver whispered, his voice shaking slightly.

His father's reflection nodded at him, a warm and reassuring look in his eyes.

"Do you see him, Ollie?" Harry asked, his voice soft with understanding.

Oliver nodded slowly, his heart racing. "This can't be real. He's dead." He reached out, touching the center of the mirror where his father stood, but it felt cold.

Robert's image placed a hand on Oliver's shoulder, but when Oliver glanced down, there was nothing there—nothing except the cold air and the weight of his grief.

The touch in the mirror was so vivid, it made Oliver's heart ache.

He closed his eyes, and in the silence of the room, memories began to flood back—memories he hadn't let himself think about in a long time.

Flashback

A seven-year-old Oliver clutched his father tightly, his small body trembling as he sat by his side in a boat, the ocean dark and unforgiving. David stood nearby, holding a knife to a box.

Robert looked at Oliver, his voice strained but calm. "There's not enough for all of us," he said, his eyes filled with sorrow and love.

"Save your strength, Daddy," Oliver whispered, his voice barely audible.

"No," Robert replied, forcing a smile through the pain. "You can survive this. Make it home. Make it better. Even though you'll have to wait. Right the wrongs, but you've gotta live through this first. Be an adult second. You hear me, Ollie? You hear me, son?"

Oliver nodded as tears welled up in his eyes. "Just rest, Dad."

"No." Robert kissed Oliver's head gently. "Promise me you'll look out for Thea... and for Harry Potter."

"I promise," Oliver muttered, feeling his father's warmth against him.

Robert lifted Oliver's head and rested it against the boat's edge. With one swift motion, he pulled out a gun from his vest and shot David in the head. The man tumbled into the water, disappearing into the darkness.

Oliver froze, his heart pounding. "Dad?" he cried out.

Robert met his eyes, his expression filled with quiet resolve. "Survive," he said, his voice steady. "Survive."

And then, with a final look at his son, Robert turned the gun on himself.

"No!" Oliver screamed as the shot rang out. His father collapsed beside him, lifeless.

End of Flashback

Oliver's tears fell freely now, hot and bitter against his cheeks.

Ron, seeing the pain on Oliver's face, stepped forward with concern. "Oliver? Are you okay, mate?"

Oliver wiped his face quickly, trying to compose himself. "I'm fine, Ron. Just... remembering something."

Harry looked at him with understanding, his voice soft. "Ollie... are you sure you're okay?"

Oliver nodded, his emotions still raw. "Yeah... I'm fine. Really."

Ron, trying to change the subject, hesitated before asking, "Harry, do you think this mirror shows the future?"

Harry frowned, shaking his head. "How could it? Both my parents and Ollie's father are dead." He paused, his expression growing thoughtful. "It can't be the future. It's just... a reflection of what we want to see."

Oliver, still lost in his memories, didn't reply right away. The weight of the past—and the mirror's magic—hung heavily in the air.

A week later, Oliver found himself pacing the dormitory, searching for Harry in the stillness of the night. His mind was a swirl of confusion, uncertain of what he could have done or what he was missing. Then, suddenly, it hit him—the room with the mirror.

His heart raced as he realized that was where he needed to be. Without wasting another second, he hurried out of the dorm and made his way there, his thoughts focused on the mirror and the strange magic it held.

Later

Oliver hurried to the room with the mirror, his footsteps echoing in the quiet corridors. When he entered, he froze at the sight of Dumbledore speaking with Harry.

Dumbledore's voice was calm but firm. "This mirror gives us neither knowledge... nor truth. Men have wasted away in front of it. Some have even gone mad. That is why, tomorrow, it will be moved to a new location."

Harry's eyes widened in shock. "But... why? It's... it's the only way I can see them again."

Dumbledore gave him a sympathetic look before continuing. "And I must ask you... not to seek it out again. It does no good to dwell on dreams... and forget to live. I'm sure your cousin agrees with me, Harry... Don't you, Mr. Queen?"

The pair turned as Oliver stepped into the room, hesitating in the doorway. He gave a small wave. "Hey."

Dumbledore gave a slight nod. "I'll leave you boys to talk."

After the door clicked shut behind the headmaster, Harry turned to Oliver. "I know what you're gonna say, Ollie. That I shouldn't have looked into the mirror after that one time like you did."

Oliver took a deep breath. "I only looked once," he began, his voice quiet but steady. "Because my heart couldn't take another look. Seeing my father, after he... committed suicide in front of me... It's hard, Harry. But I know one thing for sure."

Harry met his eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"Professor Dumbledore was right," Oliver said, his voice thick with emotion. "It doesn't do any good to dwell on the past. You have to learn to live again, my sweet cousin."

Harry's eyes filled with tears as he whispered, "But it's so nice to see them, Ollie. I... I don't want to lose them. Not again."

Without a word, Oliver pulled Harry into a tight embrace, his heart aching for the pain his cousin was carrying. "You're not losing them, Harry. You're gaining something more. Something they would've wanted for you. But I need you to be strong for me, okay?"

Harry nodded, his face buried in Oliver's shoulder. "Yeah. I can. I'm sorry, Ollie."

Oliver held him tighter, feeling the tremor in Harry's voice. "I'm not letting you be alone again, cousin. Never again. I'll always be by your side. Just think of me as your... Guardian Arrow."

Harry's sobs became quieter as Oliver continued to sway them gently, trying to comfort him the only way he knew how. "It's okay, cousin. It's okay. I'm here. I'm right here. Nobody will hurt you again. I'm not going anywhere. You'll know what it's like to have family around. If I could take care of you, I would."

Harry clung to him. "I don't want to go back to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. All they do is mistreat me... tell me I'm worthless. Please, Ollie, don't let me go back."

Oliver kissed the top of Harry's head, his heart swelling with a fierce protectiveness. "You're not going back. You're staying with me. Always."

Eventually, Harry's sobs quieted as he drifted into a peaceful sleep. Once, Oliver got them both back to the dorm, Oliver, carefully, lays him back down on his bed, tucking the covers around him. As he stood there for a moment, watching Harry sleep, his own exhaustion finally caught up with him, and he climbed into his own bed.

But even as he closed his eyes, he knew one thing for certain: no matter what happened, Harry would never be alone again.

And as Oliver drifted off to sleep, he whispered softly, "I'm here, Harry. I'm here."

The Next day

In the Dorms

In the morning, Oliver stood by the window of the dorm, gazing out at the gentle snowfall shimmering under the sunlight. A quiet smile tugged at his lips as he watched the serene scene unfold.

For the first time in a long while, he felt truly at home—surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the unwavering bond with his cousin. The weight of his past seemed lighter now that Harry was by his side, and Oliver couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle in his chest.

He silently wished that this feeling would never fade, that the connection they shared would remain strong and unbroken, no matter what the future held. He wanted to keep Harry close, always—by his side, forever.

To be continued...