The fire was almost out.
Andrea sat with her knees drawn up, staring past the edge of the camp into the darkness beyond it. Toward the RV—heavy, quiet, always set a little apart. She knew he wasn't sleeping.
"He didn't lie back then," Emmy said softly.
Andrea didn't turn her head.
"No," she replied.
"He just… didn't say everything."
Emmy nodded. That was exactly how she remembered it.
That night after the firefight. The smell of gunpowder. Blood on the road. And Harry standing by his RV as if it wasn't his first time facing something like that.
He hadn't explained.
Hadn't justified himself.
He'd only looked at them—and understood that they already knew.
"He didn't ask if we understood," Emmy whispered.
"He talked like the question was already settled."
"Because it was," Andrea said.
"We grew up around it."
Emmy gave a faint smile.
"Do you remember our house?" she asked.
"How things always worked… slightly wrong?"
"Lights going out when they should," Andrea said quietly.
"Things showing up where you left them."
"Doors closing without a draft," Emmy added.
"Our parents were Muggle-born," Andrea said.
"They learned late.
They lived between worlds—and taught us to do the same."
"Not to stare," Emmy said.
"Not to ask unnecessary questions," Andrea continued.
"And to stay quiet when someone else chose silence first," Emmy finished.
They fell silent.
"When he said he couldn't promise safety," Emmy said after a moment,
"I knew he was being honest."
"That's what makes him dangerous," Andrea replied.
"He doesn't sell hope."
Emmy looked toward the RV.
"Did you see how he watched Daryl today?"
"Not like a soldier."
"Like someone who made a choice."
Andrea nodded.
"He's been here longer than we realized," she said.
"We just noticed late."
"You're interested," Emmy said quietly.
Andrea's shoulders tensed slightly.
"I'm careful," she answered.
"That's not the same thing."
Emmy didn't argue.
"I am too," she said.
"But I want to know how far he's willing to go."
They sat in silence again.
"If he goes to Atlanta," Andrea said,
"it won't be his first blind choice."
"And not his last," Emmy replied.
They stayed there a long time.
Two girls who had grown up in a home where magic was part of daily life,
now watching a man who carried it the same way—
quietly, carefully, and with responsibility.