"Every corner of Hogwarts holds unspoken words—
It could be the warmth of his sleeves brushing against the back of your hand when he helped you fend off the out-of-control Bludger; it could be the parchment with a crooked salamander drawn on it that he secretly stuffed into your bag before the library closed; it could be the traces of the water droplets dripping from the edge of the umbrella smeared on your scarf when we shared a broken umbrella in the snow.
Each chapter is a moment sealed by a spell, as short as a moment of distraction in class, but with the unique tenderness of magic: the pink bubbles rising from the crucible are in the shape of a heartbeat, the letters brought by the owl are always stained with the smell of cedar on his body, and even the fog in the Forbidden Forest knows which footprints are following the shadow of another person.
There is no need to chase the prophecy, there are only two wizards here, in the daily magic, turning the tiny moments into a potion sweeter than Felix Felicis.
(HP Dream Girl's article, a few chapters is a short article, suitable for babies)
