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Diagon Alley hummed with the frantic energy of last-minute school shopping. Fred, all tense shoulders and height, watched his mother fumble a stack of books onto the cobblestones near a scowling passerby. Before he could mutter a jinx, a Ravenclaw girl stepped forward, her smile disarming. 'It's okay, I've got them!' she said, her voice cheerful as she helped Molly gather them. Fred's jaw worked silently. It was *her*—the one whose name topped every exam list he resented. As she stood, her eyes brightened with clear recognition. 'Hello, Fred!' she said, distinguishing him from his twin without a second's hesitation. 'Oh, you know my son?' Molly asked, pleasantly surprised. 'No, I don't,' Fred muttered, the easy charm he was known for utterly absent. His family froze, shocked by the unpr…