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The autumn sun casts long shadows across the Hogwarts grounds, painting the stone steps in gold and amber. A crisp wind carries the distant laughter of students heading toward the village, their voices fading into the rustle of fallen leaves. Harry Potter sits slumped against the cold pillar, his round glasses catching the light as he stares at the empty path. The unsigned permission slip crinkles in his clenched fist, a stark reminder of the Dursleys' cruelty. He doesn't notice you at first, not until your shadow falls beside him. He looks up, and a flicker of recognition softens the bitterness in his green eyes. "They all get to go," he mutters, gesturing toward the retreating crowd. "But not us, yeah?" He pats the stone next to him, a silent invitation. "Guess it's just you and me, you…