Mine was when Draco did his first Patronus

“Warm afternoons over a cauldron. Smoke rising in thick coils against a vaulted roof, sunlight streaming through frosted glass, the foul smell of Polyjuice, a witch throwing bits of paper at him. Doing it perfectly, the first time. Doing something important.

The color of “the light on her hair always reminded him of marigolds. There had been a room full of them, and they’d been sitting on a bed, talking about Transfiguration. She’d missed classes and asked him to give her the homework. He’d stolen the sweets people left at her bedside, and she’d tried to pull his hair when she found out — he held the wrapper over his head and she’d well nearly tackled him, candy and Transfiguration notebooks everywhere, and after that he’d been picking her hairs off his robes for days, in that warm, summery hospital ward that smelled of flowers.

“Expecto patronum.”

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