Shadowflame

Okay, so here's the thing: I never thought I'd be the center of a scandal involving showers, the Justice League, and pretty much every girl I've ever known, but apparently, I have a talent for making my life infinitely more embarrassing. Enter the saga of Showergate.

You'd think after fighting Voldemort and literally jumping through a veil of death, I'd catch a break. Nope. Not how it works. Instead, I end up on the Watchtower with way too much free time for Fred, George, and Robin to start stirring up trouble. And boy, did they stir.

So, remember that one time I accidentally walked in on Kara in the shower? Yeah, apparently, that's prime material for gossip, especially when you've got two pranksters like Fred and George ready to broadcast it to the world. They wasted no time telling all the girls from the Wizarding World about it. And because Robin has no sense of self-preservation, he spread it to the League. Everyone knows now.

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Or, you know, disappear into the Phantom Zone. Both were equally appealing.

But Kara? She didn't get what the big deal was. At all. Like, the girl has no filter. Instead of being mortified, she actually went around giving a detailed—emphasis on detailed—description of what she saw. I'm talking full-on breakdown of my, uh, physique. Including certain… appendages.

Yeah. That's my life now.

"It's not a big deal," she told Zatanna while I was sitting there, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. "Harry's really well-built, and honestly, humans are so weird about nudity. On Krypton, it's—"

"Kara!" I squeaked, practically jumping out of my skin. "Please, please, stop talking about that."

Kara blinked at me, completely innocent. "What? I'm just being honest. It's not like anyone doesn't know now. Besides, you should be proud of how you—"

"Merlin's beard, Kara, just—no. No." My face felt like it was on fire, and I could feel every girl in the room staring at me, trying to hold back their laughter.

"Well," Zatanna smirked, "I mean, she's not wrong, Harry."

Kill me now.

Diana—bless her—gave me a sympathetic look. "For once, I'm glad I didn't stick around for that conversation. I don't need those details, thanks." She patted my shoulder. "I think of you as my son, anyway."

"Thank you," I groaned. "At least someone here has some sense."

But it didn't stop there. Oh no. Zatanna and Black Canary were clearly enjoying the show, and Kara was still happily giving her TED Talk on my anatomy. Meanwhile, I was trying to remember the last time I felt so humiliated. Oh right, that time Gilderoy Lockhart made me pose with him for an impromptu photoshoot in front of a crowd of people at Flourish and Blotts. This was worse.

"Honestly, Harry," Hermione piped up, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face, "it's not that bad. Kara's just… well, she's Kara."

"I'd rather face a Basilisk naked than go through this," I muttered under my breath.

Fred, of course, was having the time of his life. "Come on, mate. Don't be so shy. I'm sure the girls are all grateful for the mental image."

"Fred, I swear to Merlin, I'm going to hex you into next week."

But did he stop? Of course not. He and George were practically in tears from laughing, and Hermione wasn't far behind.

"Kara's just being thorough," Black Canary said, her lips twitching into a smirk. "You should take it as a compliment."

Compliment? More like a death sentence. I wanted to disappear into the astral plane and never come back.

And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Robin—because of course—strolled in with the biggest grin on his face. "Hey, Harry! Just told the Flash about your little shower mishap. Nice job, dude."

"Remind me to never, ever take a shower on this blasted Watchtower again," I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

I could feel the stares. The teasing wasn't going to end. I could already see it. From now on, I wouldn't be Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the guy who helped save the world. Nope. I'd be the guy who accidentally starred in Showergate.

Lovely. Just lovely.

—

Meanwhile, just one day before Harry's seventeenth birthday—a day that was supposed to be filled with cake, presents, and the occasional existential crisis—Remus Lupin and Giovanni Zatara were knee-deep in a magical science project that could easily be mistaken for a chaotic episode of "Mythbusters: Wizard Edition."

After days of trial and error, not to mention a few heated debates that probably should have been recorded for posterity, they were finally ready to see if their tinkering with the Deluminator would bear fruit. You know, just your average lighter that doubles as a dimensional energy vacuum. No big deal.

"Alright, Giovanni," Remus said, gripping the Deluminator like it was a baby dragon about to breathe fire. "This is it. If this doesn't work, I might just resign from all magical duties and take up knitting instead."

Giovanni, the most powerful Homo Magi this side of the multiverse, shot him a cocky smile. "Knitting? You? You'd just turn those yarn balls into tiny magical creatures. Let's be real. Besides, I'm here, and I haven't blown anything up yet."

"Fingers crossed we keep that record intact," Remus muttered, glancing nervously at the various magical gadgets scattered around them. "Now, let's get this thing lit."

With a flourish that would make any stage magician jealous, Remus flicked open the Deluminator. Instead of a flicker of flame, a warm light poured out like the sun had decided to take a personal interest in their project. It was all very impressive, almost as if the universe had decided to throw them a cosmic party.

"Here goes nothing!" Remus declared, channeling his best dramatic energy. "Let's hope this works, or we'll have to find a new hobby."

"Dude, it's going to work. We're like the Avengers of dimensional travel right now!" Giovanni replied, practically buzzing with excitement. "Think of it as a magical crossover episode."

With a surge of energy, the light within the Deluminator exploded into a radiant glow, filling the room with what looked like tiny sparkly stars. Remus felt like he was standing in front of a kaleidoscope of magic. "I think we did it!" he shouted, trying not to sound too shocked.

Giovanni punched the air triumphantly. "Yes! Take that, dimensional physics! Now what's next?"

Remus grinned, still slightly in disbelief. "Now we send a signal to Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour so they can lead the great exodus of magical beings from our world to this one. No pressure, right?"

"Right!" Giovanni agreed, though he wasn't entirely sure who these Weasley and Delacour folks were. "Just another day in the life of an interdimensional superhero."

With one final flash, the light shot out of the Deluminator like a comet, racing through the dimensions and disappearing into the ether. The room fell silent, and both men stood staring at where the light had been, half-expecting something dramatic to happen.

"Did it work?" Giovanni asked, his excitement dimming slightly.

"Only one way to find out," Remus replied, his voice dripping with both hope and a touch of anxiety. "Let's just hope they're not caught in a troll stampede or something."

Giovanni raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Are there really trolls? Like, the ones under bridges?"

"Let's just say the magical world has its fair share of weirdness," Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "But if they can manage to lead a bunch of goblins and Veela through the Veil, we should be in good shape."

As they waited, the weight of their mission settled on Remus like a warm blanket. They had opened a path for refugees, magical creatures, and anyone else who needed a new start. And as they stood there in their makeshift lab, Remus couldn't help but feel a surge of hope.

With Giovanni's incredible powers and Remus's own knack for surviving even the wildest of adventures, they were ready for whatever this dimension could throw at them. After all, they were not just two guys messing with a magical lighter—they were about to embark on a quest that could change the fate of entire worlds. And who wouldn't want to be part of that?

—

Meanwhile, in their original dimension, Bill Weasley found himself in the most chaotic of war rooms. Picture this: a ragtag group of wizards and magical creatures trying to save their skins while eating yesterday's baguette because, well, times were tough, and they needed the carbs. Bill sat at the head of a makeshift table littered with maps, half-empty mugs of lukewarm coffee, and that aforementioned baguette, which looked more like a wand than an edible item at this point.

To his left, Charlie Weasley was pacing like a caged dragon. "We can't just hide in these tunnels forever! I feel like we're a bunch of gnomes hoarding treasure!"

"Right? Just a bunch of magical hoarders," Percy chimed in, adjusting his glasses. "And I'll bet gnomes have better snacks than we do. This is not a winning strategy, Bill!"

Fleur Delacour, perched on the edge of her seat, ran a hand through her long hair, looking more like a warrior than a damsel. "We have to secure our last haven. If Voldemort finds us, it's over."

Ragnok, the king of the Goblins, nodded gravely. The Goblin's piercing gaze could probably cut through steel. "Our tunnels will be a fortress, but we need to act now. The longer we wait, the more likely we'll be discovered."

Margot, the Queen of the Veela Enclave, crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "We need a distraction, not just tunnels. Otherwise, we'll be caught with our metaphorical pants down!"

"Okay, okay!" Bill interjected, trying to regain control of the increasingly rowdy group. "We have a plan to breach the Department of Mysteries. The Goblins and wizards are working together to dig a path to the Veil, but—"

Before he could finish his thought, the room erupted into noise, every voice overlapping like a magical cacophony. It felt like trying to herd cats, which was never going to end well.

Suddenly, the air crackled, and a blinding light flooded the room, washing over them like a tidal wave of hope. Everyone froze, mouths agape. It was like someone had just cast a Patronus in the middle of a dark alley—definitely not expected.

Fleur's eyes lit up with recognition. "C'est la lumière! The Deluminator! It means Remus and the others have succeeded!"

Bill felt his heart leap. "They did it? They made it through the Veil?"

A collective sigh of relief swept over the group, and the tension that had been building for what felt like ages melted away like ice in the summer sun.

"Now, we have to act fast!" Bill said, feeling a surge of energy. "We're not just surviving anymore; we're taking the fight to them! This is our chance!"

Charlie grinned, a wild look in his eyes. "So, we get to throw down with some Death Eaters before we escape to a new world? Count me in!"

Percy nodded, adjusting his glasses like he was prepping for a big exam. "Let's finalize the plan. Ragnok, can you get the Goblins ready?"

Ragnok's expression hardened, determination sparking in his eyes. "We'll be ready. Our tunnels are strong, and we'll turn the ground into our weapon."

"And the Veela?" Margot asked, her voice a melody of power. "We will summon a storm, one that will sweep through our enemies like autumn leaves."

"Perfect!" Bill exclaimed, feeling his spirits lift. "Let's secure the way for everyone to escape. This is our shot at freedom!"

As the light from the Deluminator still shimmered in their minds, the room erupted with a whirlwind of ideas. Plans flew around like Snitches during a Quidditch match, and laughter broke through the tension, transforming fear into resolve.

This wasn't just about a final stand; it was about hope and new beginnings. Together, they would rise against the darkness that had haunted them for too long.

And if it took chaos and bravery, they were ready. After all, heroes were born in the trenches, and this motley crew was about to show the world just what they were made of. They were not just fighting to survive; they were ready to claim their future—and they were going to make it spectacular.

—

Meanwhile, in the labyrinthine tunnels of Gringalt—think a magical hamster maze but with goblins, refugees, and enough magical mischief to fuel a hundred wizarding wars—Charlie Weasley dashed through the crowded corridors like he was dodging a rogue Bludger. He had just received the news of a lifetime, and the only thing standing between him and sharing that news was a sea of chaotic commotion.

"Excuse me! Coming through!" Charlie shouted as he narrowly avoided a goblin who was enthusiastically trying to barter a dragon's tooth for what looked suspiciously like an ancient toaster. Honestly, who even knew magical toasters were a thing?

Finally, he skidded to a halt in front of the pantry—an enormous, bustling kitchen that resembled a cross between a Muggle military mess hall and a wizarding feast. Molly Weasley, armed with a wooden spoon and wearing an apron that could probably withstand a troll's wrath, was orchestrating the whole operation with a fierce maternal love that could rival any superhero's power.

"Mum!" Charlie exclaimed, bursting into the room, where a dozen house-elves were whipping up sandwiches faster than a Quidditch team could score points. "You won't believe the news!"

Molly whipped around, flour flying like confetti. "Charlie! Mind the food! This isn't a Quidditch match; we can't afford to lose the entire pantry!"

"Right, sorry! But this is huge!" Charlie insisted, his voice bubbling over with excitement. "Remus and the others made it through the Veil! They sent the signal!"

Molly's eyes widened as she dropped her spoon. "Really? They did it? Just like that?"

"Yep! We can finally escape this place and start over!" Charlie said, grinning like he'd just been handed a winning lottery ticket. "No more hiding out like we're on some magical reality show!"

"MOLLY!" Arthur Weasley, still trying to mediate a heated debate between a very stubborn goblin and a rather annoyed Veela, hurried over, his curiosity piqued. "What's going on?"

"Charlie just said—" Molly began, but Charlie cut her off, eager to share the good news.

"Remus and the team made it! We can lead the evacuation! No more running, no more hiding!"

Arthur's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Are you serious? That's fantastic! But wait, we can't just pack our bags and leave. We need a plan. This is not a picnic; we have a small army of magical creatures here!"

"I can handle that!" Charlie declared, brimming with enthusiasm. "Let's divide everyone into groups. Goblins over here, Veela there, and whoever else we can rally up. We'll create a safe passage out of this magical mess. It'll be just like planning a Quidditch formation!"

Molly and Arthur exchanged glances, a mix of admiration and the slightest hint of worry flickering in their eyes. Their children were growing up fast and stepping into a leadership roles, and they couldn't have been prouder.

"Let's do it!" Molly said, her face alight with determination. "We can make this work. We'll ensure everyone gets out safely, no matter the odds!"

With renewed energy, the Weasley family sprang into action. They weren't just trying to survive anymore; they were preparing to lead an entire community out of the chaos and into a new world filled with possibility.

As Charlie grabbed a quill and parchment, ready to sketch out a plan that would make even the smartest Slytherin jealous, the air crackled with a mix of excitement and urgency. It was time to turn this disaster into a daring escape.

In the heart of Gringalt, amidst the aromas of enchanted food and the buzz of magical beings, the Weasleys rallied their allies. They were ready to take on whatever lay ahead, fueled by hope and the promise of a new beginning. After all, when it came to magic, family, and adventure, they were more than ready to write their own epic story.

—

I woke up on my 17th birthday, in the Watchtower, the high-tech fortress that felt like something straight out of a comic book (which, to be fair, it kind of was). The first thing I thought was, "Please, no one mention 'Showergate' today." I'd like to think I was a lot of things—a wizard, a hero, an accidental model for a superhero action figure—but the guy who forgot to check if the shower was occupied or not before walking in? Not my finest moment.

After a quick stretch (and mentally promising myself to be less of a disaster today), I swung my legs over the side of my bed. The scent of breakfast wafted through the air, and my stomach immediately kicked into overdrive. I could practically hear it begging me to hurry up and get to the kitchen.

As I made my way down the gleaming corridors, dodging a few stray beams of light from the Watchtower's overly enthusiastic security systems, I could already hear the sizzle of something delicious. I was thankful to find that Black Canary was in charge of breakfast instead of Megan. I loved her, but I still had nightmares about her "motivational oatmeal." It tasted like glue mixed with regret.

When I reached the kitchen, I was greeted by the sight of Black Canary flipping pancakes like a culinary superhero. "Happy Birthday, Harry!" she called, her hair swinging as she moved. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. Or you'd be stuck with some mystery gruel."

"Thank Merlin for that," I said, grabbing a plate and loading it up. "I'm not sure I could survive another day of that stuff."

More of the team trickled in, each wishing me a happy birthday. Flash zipped past me, wearing that goofy grin of his. "Happy Birthday, Harry! Did you know you can legally do whatever you want now? I mean, you could probably even eat a whole cake by yourself! Just think of the possibilities!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Great, I'll just add 'cake monster' to my list of life goals."

Green Lantern nodded from across the room, and Aquaman flashed a thumbs-up, probably in support of my cake-related ambitions. Everything felt normal, until I remembered the one person missing from our breakfast party.

"Hey, where's Diana?" I asked, looking around. I knew Wonder Woman wouldn't miss my birthday celebration without a good reason.

Flash shrugged, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, she mentioned something about picking up your birthday present. She said it would be 'epic' and required her to go 'retrieve' something special. I'm not sure what that means, but knowing Diana, it could be anything from a new sword to a giant inflatable unicorn."

"Great," I said, my curiosity bubbling over. "As long as it's not a giant inflatable unicorn, I think I can handle it."

Just as I contemplated what kind of surprise Diana had in store for me, a part of me couldn't shake the feeling that today was going to be something memorable—especially with the way my life seemed to spiral into chaos at the slightest provocation. But hey, with a team that felt more like family, I was ready for whatever adventures lay ahead. After all, if anyone could turn a birthday into an epic quest, it was definitely the Justice League.

—

The kitchen was a full-on party scene, with practically the entire cast of characters from the Wizarding World crammed in. Remus, Tonks, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Susan, Hannah, Daphne, and Tracey all chanted in unison, "Happy birthday, Harry!" Their voices combined in a chaotic symphony that felt like an over-caffeinated choir.

I beamed, overwhelmed by the attention, but then my gaze drifted to Kara. Cue the flashback: me, walking in on her in the shower. Yes, that shower. Cue my face heating up to the temperature of a small sun. Just perfect. I could feel my friends trading glances, each one of them struggling to hold back their snickers like they were all in on some cosmic joke I hadn't received the memo about.

"Come on, man, focus," I mentally chastised myself. "It's your birthday! No dwelling on shower-related horrors." Luckily, the awkward tension in the air was diffused by the grand entrance of Superman himself, who strolled in looking slightly less than thrilled.

"Good morning, everyone!" he boomed, his voice echoing off the walls like a superhero megaphone. "I hear it's a special day for someone." His gaze zeroed in on me, and I could practically feel the scrutiny. His expression said he was still a bit miffed about Showergate—I mean, can you blame him? That was his cousin I had accidentally seen naked.

"Just the usual superhero birthday," I said, trying to sound casual, which was about as easy as riding a unicycle on a tightrope. "You know, cake, candles, and an embarrassing amount of attention."

Superman raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. "Sounds perfect. Just remember, try not to wish for world peace during a battle, okay?" He grabbed a plate of pancakes with the same intensity a gladiator might reserve for a fight.

"Noted!" I shot back, my voice a little too high-pitched. That was definitely going to be a weird memory to unpack later.

As laughter erupted around the table, I could still feel Superman's intense gaze on me, like I was a science experiment he needed to analyze. I had half a mind to wear a T-shirt that read, "Please Don't Mention the Shower." But as I scanned the faces of my friends—some chuckling, some cheering—I realized I was in good company.

Sure, I'd just dodged a major bullet by avoiding a Showergate retelling, but I could handle whatever chaos the day had in store. I had a birthday cake, a whole crew of misfits, and a world of adventure waiting for me. What could possibly go wrong?

Spoiler alert: everything. But for now, it was my birthday, and I was ready to embrace the chaos. After all, surviving a day in this superhero universe was basically a rite of passage, right?

—

Meanwhile, Diana—better known to most as Wonder Woman—walked with purpose into Hephaestus' celestial forge, a workshop that was like stepping into a mythological blacksmith's Instagram feed. If the gods had a Pinterest, this would be their "Home Improvement" board. Sparks flew around her as Haephaestus, the god of blacksmiths and awkward social interactions, was hard at work, hammering away at something that looked like it could take down a small mountain.

"Diana!" he boomed, a grin splitting his face. "You made it! Ready to see your birthday gift for Harry?"

Diana tried to contain her excitement, but honestly, who wouldn't be thrilled? Harry was about to turn seventeen—an age when wizards often went through more changes than a superhero in a costume fitting. Plus, after his wand had been tragically destroyed when he crash-landed in this universe through the Veil, he needed a serious upgrade.

"I'm here for the goods, Hephaestus!" she said, crossing her arms in an attempt to look tough. It didn't work. She was just too eager. "No exploding hammers this time, okay?"

Hephaestus laughed, the sound echoing around the forge. "No promises! But I think you'll find this a bit less explosive. Behold!" With a flourish that would make any magician jealous, he unveiled a sleek black-and-gold amulet. The centerpiece was a deep red gemstone, glowing as if it had its own inner sun. "This baby is special!"

Diana leaned in closer, her interest piqued. "What's so special about it?"

"This amulet isn't just for show," Hephaestus said, practically dancing with excitement. "It contains a full suit of armor that will flow around Harry when he presses the gemstone. Think celestial nanotech, but cooler!"

Diana's eyebrows shot up. "That sounds incredible! But what about his wand? He needs something to channel his magic!"

"Right! The gauntlets of the armor will serve as magical foci. They'll work just like a wand, letting him cast spells without missing a beat." Hephaestus beamed, clearly proud of his work. "And here's the kicker: the gemstone absorbs spells and magical artifacts, which means it'll boost the armor's energy and abilities."

Diana felt a rush of excitement at the possibilities. "So it's like a magical battery? That's genius!"

"Exactly! Just make sure he knows to use it wisely," Hephaestus cautioned, suddenly serious. "Seventeen is a dangerous age for wizards. With great power comes great responsibility… and potential chaos, especially for a teenager."

Diana chuckled, nodding. "I'll have a chat with him. He needs to know this isn't just a cool gift; it's a serious responsibility."

"Good luck with that!" Hephaestus said, waving her off. "Now go deliver that gift before I get sidetracked and decide to forge something else—like a toaster that shoots fire!"

With the amulet safely in her hands, Diana stepped back into the world outside, heart racing with anticipation. Harry was going to flip when he saw this! His birthday was about to go from zero to hero in no time flat.

As she headed back to the Watchtower, a smile crept onto her face. A magical armor suit? For a birthday? This was going to be the highlight of Harry's teenage years. She just had to keep it a secret until the big reveal. No pressure, right?

But with a group of superheroes around, including the Flash—who had a talent for spoiling surprises—Diana knew it wouldn't be easy. Let's just hope Harry could handle the surprise without any awkward "Showergate" flashbacks. Now that would be a birthday gift no one wanted!

—

Meanwhile, deep beneath the surface of the Wizarding World, chaos brewed in the Goblin tunnels, where the air was thick with earth and magic. A motley crew of rebels—wizarding refugees, Veela, Goblins, and an assortment of magical creatures—snaked through the winding passages, guided by their determined Goblin leaders. They were on a mission: to reach the Veil and escape Voldemort's grim clutches like a bad cold no one wanted to catch again.

"Just a little further!" Bill Weasley shouted over his shoulder, rallying his brothers Charlie and Percy as they trudged onward. The flickering light from the Goblins' enchanted lanterns illuminated their anxious faces, all of them focused on the shimmering promise of freedom just beyond the Veil. After a year of hiding and running, it was almost within reach.

But just as they broke through into the chamber containing the Veil—glowing and eerie, like a cosmic curtain on a stage—they stumbled right into a plot twist worthy of a bad horror movie. Augustus Rookwood, a Death Eater with a penchant for causing trouble and a former employee of the Department of Mysteries, strutted into the room with a cadre of his fellow Death Eaters. It was like running into the last person you wanted to see at a party, especially when you were about to make a dramatic escape.

"Thought you could sneak past me, did you?" Rookwood sneered, his voice oozing with smugness. "Not so fast, Weasleys!"

"Oh, please," Bill replied, rolling his eyes so dramatically it was a wonder they didn't get stuck that way. "We were just here for the scenic tour. Nice tunnels you've got!"

With a dramatic flourish, Rookwood waved his wand, and suddenly, chaos erupted. Spells whizzed past like badly aimed fireworks, lighting up the dark chamber with bursts of magic. Bill, Charlie, and Arthur sprang into action, flinging curses and counter-spells as they fought alongside a few Veela and Goblin warriors. It was like a wild family reunion, except with more danger and fewer awkward conversations about career choices.

"Hey, Rookwood!" Charlie shouted, launching a fireball that nearly singed the Death Eater's eyebrows. "You really need to invest in some fireproof robes!"

"Maybe I'll add that to my shopping list after I take you down!" Rookwood shot back, a look of annoyance crossing his face.

Amid the chaos, Arthur swung his wand with determination, sending two Death Eaters crashing into the walls. "Isn't this fun?" he grunted. "Remind me to never attend a family event without a proper plan next time!"

But just when it seemed they were gaining the upper hand, Rookwood slipped away like a bad dream, his laughter echoing ominously. "You may have won this battle, but the Dark Lord will have his revenge!"

"Great. Another bad guy with a flair for drama," Percy muttered, catching his breath.

With no time to waste—more Death Eaters were probably on their way—the group quickly turned back to the Veil, which shimmered invitingly. "We need to move, now!" Bill shouted, urgency slicing through the air like a well-aimed spell.

Molly Weasley and Fleur Delacour stood nearby, worry etched on their faces. "You can't stay behind!" Molly cried, her heart racing. "What if more of them come?"

"We can't leave you here unprotected!" Fleur insisted, her usual confidence faltering.

"We'll join you once everyone's through," Bill reassured them, glancing at Charlie and Percy, who nodded resolutely. "We've got this covered."

"But you're family!" Molly exclaimed, her voice rising in a mix of desperation and love.

"Which is why we're doing this!" Percy said firmly. "We're not letting anyone get left behind. Just go!"

With heavy hearts, the two women had no choice but to accept the inevitable. The tension in the air crackled as the last of the rebels began to step toward the Veil, their only hope for freedom shimmering before them.

As the final families rushed through, the sound of footsteps echoed ominously through the tunnels, growing louder and closer. "Come on!" Bill urged, gripping his wand like it was a lifeline. "We'll hold them off as long as we can. Now go!"

With one last look, Molly squeezed through the Veil, a swirl of hope and fear in her chest. On the other side awaited a new life—freedom—but for the Weasley men, the battle was just beginning. They stood united, ready to face whatever darkness might emerge from the depths of the Goblin tunnels, their resolve as strong as the bonds of family that held them together. And as they readied for the fight, one thing was clear: they weren't just defending a passage—they were defending everything they believed in.

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