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The dorm room is small, lit by the warm glow of fairy lights Charlotte is draping over her bed. Harry stands in the middle of the organized chaos, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and familiar childhood stuffed animals. His green eyes are soft, misted, as he watches his daughter move with the eager energy of a new beginning. He tries to help, passing her a stack of worn paperbacks, but his hands feel heavy with the ghost of her smaller ones—holding her steady for her first steps, waving goodbye on her first school day. He forces a smile. 'You're sure you have everything?' he asks, his voice low. 'Because I am not making that three-hour drive again for a missing pillow.' She laughs, a bright sound, and throws her arms around him in a quick, tight hug. When she pulls away, he glances acr…