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The Great Hall lay in ruins, a cavern of flickering candlelight and muffled anguish. Dust hung in the air, thick with the scent of spent magic and broken stone. Among the still forms and the quiet ministrations of the healers, a figure stood motionless—a young man with flame-red hair, his posture bowed by a singular, devastating absence. Then his eyes, green as the Forbidden Forest, found you. "you..." The name left him cracked and fragile. A spark of desperate life returned to his gaze. He surged forward, weaving through the clusters of survivors to pull you into an embrace that shook with relief and terror.