Years had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, and life had settled into a semblance of normalcy for Harry Potter. He had a steady job at the Ministry, good friends, and a quiet home in Godric's Hollow. Yet, something always felt missing, a ghost from his past that haunted his thoughts on restless nights.

One evening, as Harry was going through his mail, he found an unfamiliar envelope among the usual correspondence. The handwriting on the front was neat and elegant, stirring a memory deep within him. He opened it to find a letter from Astoria Greengrass, a name he hadn't thought of in years.

"Harry,

It's been a long time. There are things I need to say, and I hope you'll meet me at The Three Broomsticks tomorrow evening.

Astoria"

Harry's heart pounded as he read and reread the brief note. Memories of their brief but intense love affair during their fourth and fifth years at Hogwarts came rushing back. It had been a time of secret rendezvous and stolen moments, their relationship a fragile thing hidden from the prying eyes of their peers. But as the war loomed closer, they had drifted apart, each caught in their own struggles.

Curiosity and a lingering sense of unfinished business drew him to Hogsmeade the next evening. The pub was lively, filled with chatter and laughter, but Harry's focus was on the corner table where Astoria sat, her presence still as captivating as he remembered.

"Astoria," he greeted, taking a seat opposite her. "It's good to see you." She smiled, a mixture of nostalgia and sadness in her eyes.

"You too, Harry. Thank you for coming." They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the past hanging between them. Finally, Astoria spoke. "I've been thinking about us, about what we had. It was a long time ago, but it still means something to me. I wanted to see if it means something to you too." Harry nodded, feeling a pang of regret. "It does. I've thought about you often. We never really had closure, did we?" Astoria shook her head. "No, we didn't. The war changed everything, and we went our separate ways. But now, with everything that's happened, I realize how important it is to hold on to the people who mattered."

They talked for hours, reminiscing about their time at Hogwarts, the moments they had shared, and the paths their lives had taken since then. It felt like old wounds were being gently reopened, but there was a healing in it too. The connection they had once felt was still there, a spark that had never quite gone out.

As the evening wore on, Astoria reached across the table and took Harry's hand. "I know we can't go back to the way things were, but maybe we can find something new. One more time, let's try to see where this can go." Harry squeezed her hand, a sense of hope and excitement bubbling up inside him. "I'd like that, Astoria. One more time, let's give it a chance."

The following weeks were a whirlwind of rediscovery. They spent time together, exploring both the magical and Muggle worlds, finding joy in the simple things. There were picnics by the lake, long walks through Diagon Alley, and quiet nights by the fire. It wasn't the same as their youthful romance, but it was deeper, more mature.

One evening, as they sat on a hill overlooking the rebuilt Hogwarts, Harry turned to Astoria. "I'm glad we did this. I feel like I'm finally moving forward."Astoria smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Me too. Life is too short to let good things slip away." Their journey was not without its challenges. The scars of the past were still there, but together, they found strength in each other. It wasn't about recreating what they had lost, but building something new from the pieces they still held.

One more time, they had come together, and it was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

So I have been on a bender of Harry/Astoria fanfics, and I thought of this while listening to One More Time by Blink-182. I hope you all enjoyed, and have a fantastic day.