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Hermione thinks about the trap door, sometimes.
As a child it had felt like a grand adventure, sneaking around the castle at night and dropping into dungeons to save what seemed like the world. It’s only now things come back to her from those days in a new light.
Hermione thinks about the trap door Fluffy had guarded. Remembers Harry’s eagerness to go first. To be the one who might find an unforgiving end.
“If anything happens to me, don’t follow.”
His voice so neutral.
She looks at Harry, now, and wonders how much he still wants to let go.