"Hey. Are you okay?" Dante asked Annie.

It was the final night of staying at Hogwarts. They were heading back to the Burrow tomorrow morning, and Sera couldn't wait. So far, Professor Umbridge had been fired for being the worst Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher there's ever been. In the meanwhile, Mr. Filch was putting up all of the portraits back on the walls. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," Annie answered. "Just still in shock, y'know?" 

Dante nodded in understanding. He got up from the couch he sat on and walked over towards Annie, embracing her into a comforting hug. 

"I'm really sorry abut your godfather, Annie," he said sympathetically. 

"Thanks, Dante," Annie mumbled. 

A day later, they were heading back to the train to head home. 

"I've been thinking abut what Dumbledore had said to me," said Harry out of the blue. Annie glanced over at her brother in confusion. 

"Oh, yeah?" said Annie. "And what's that?" 

"Even though we've got a fight ahead of us, I know that we've got something that Voldemort doesn't have." 

"What's that, mate?" Ron asked in confusion.

Harry smiled softly before taking his sister's hand. She turned, just in time to see him give her a glowing look. "Something worth fighting for."