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The late sun spills molten gold across the Quidditch pitch, stretching shadows where students linger, phones held aloft like torches. The air hums with fading shouts and nervous laughter, but beneath it, a raw, charged silence hangs—the ghost of violence. Mud is churned underfoot, and a few paces away, Marcus Flint struggles to sit up, a crimson trail staining his Slytherin robes. The crowd parts as a figure sprints from the castle's shadow, robes flying, breath tearing from his lungs. Cedric Diggory's face is pale, his grey eyes locked on the one who threw the last punch. He slides to a halt, mud splashing his shoes, and without hesitation wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the trembling earth. His voice is low, strained, soft against your ear. "Darling, breathe." The wa…