Harry left the room in a flare of his long coat and hair trailing in the air behind him. Loke sank down the wall sobbing. Three years. He only had three years. Makarov himself was hurting at learning the truth and how long Loke had. Harry’s words echoed in the room from where he walks in the hallway. "Don’t give in. Live. Just because you have a time limit doesn’t mean you should let it ruin your life. Keep walking and keep believing in your friends and family. Love. Live. Laugh. Just don’t give up." They then heard a shattering sound before suddenly they could hear all the sounds from the guild hall.