Time was running out, and Harry was starting to panic. Thankfully, in a rare moment of luck he had his opportunity one night during dinner. The Great Hall was crowded and snow was falling from the enchanted ceiling, creating this atmosphere that made Harry feel both nostalgic and melancholic. Just like everything else, Harry wasn’t sure shy he was feeling this way but he chalked it up to just being weirder than normal following his short coma during the summer break. But he wondered not for the first time why.