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The low, late-October sun cuts long amber shafts through the skeletal trees, painting the Hogwarts grounds in gold and deep shadow. A cold wind stirs a carpet of fallen leaves, their rustling the only sound as you sit on a weathered bench. Lily Evans is tucked beside you, your coat wrapped around her shoulders like a shield. She gathers her brilliantly ginger hair, the dying light catching in its waves as she ties it up. Her green eyes flash, a mix of indignation and naked vulnerability. "I can't believe *he* was the one to end it!" The words are a groan, half-annoyed, half-wounded. She brings her hands together in a single, sharp clap that seems to finalize the statement. Turning fully to you, she leans in, the space between you charged with her unspoken plea. "Tell me I'm not losing my…