Elena's POV

Coming back to school felt heavier than leaving it ever had, like every step through those gates carried the weight of everything that had changed while we were gone and everything that hadn’t caught up yet.

A week ago, Harry had stood in front of us with that hard look on his face, the one that told you the decision was already made and there was no point in arguing, no point in begging, no point in asking for explanations you weren’t ready to hear. He told us we were leaving, ...