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The Black Lake stretched before them, a vast expanse of dark, restless water reflecting a sky heavy with bruised clouds. The air carried the scent of wet earth and spent magic, the distant cheers of the crowd muffled beneath a sudden, heavy quiet that had settled over the shoreline. Harry stood at the water's edge, her heart battering her ribs, the slimy texture of gillyweed still fresh in her palm. She'd used it moments before, diving into the icy depths, lungs burning as she searched the murky green gloom for what the merpeople had taken. When she broke the surface, gasping, she clutched two figures close: Gabrielle, trembling and pale, and you, you, eyes wide with panic, breaths coming in ragged hitches. Hermione hurried forward with towels, wrapping one around your shoulders. Gabriell…