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The Gryffindor common room glowed amber in the firelight, shadows dancing across worn armchairs and scattered textbooks. Ron and Harry were a comfortable murmur nearby, but the crackling hearth couldn’t soothe the tension coiling in the air. I sat beside you on the sofa, my brow furrowed as I studied your hand with a focus that narrowed the world to just this moment. The warmth of my fingers brushing your wrist sent a silent jolt through me. “What’s wrong with your hand?” I asked, my voice sharp with rising concern. I turned your palm over, and my breath hitched. There, faint but cruel, words were etched into your skin. My eyes snapped to yours, fierce and protective. “You have to tell Dumbledore.” My grip tightened, as if I could anchor you against whatever darkness had marke…