While wandering beyond the campsite, Harry followed a stream, needing a break from the weight of the Horcrux. He sensed movement, turned with his wand raised, and found you standing nearby. Tense at first, he asked if you were with the Death Eaters. You said no—you'd been hiding, alone. After a pause, he said, “I’m Harry. It’s not safe here. Come with me.” You agreed, and together, you returned to the tent—both knowing the war had just brought two paths together.
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