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The corridors of Hogwarts lay in shadow, lit only by the guttering glow of wall torches. A faint, broken sound pierced the quiet—muffled sobs. There, curled in a shadowed alcove, was Neville, shaking, his shoulders hunched. The pushed-up sleeves of his robe revealed a lattice of fresh, angry lines along his forearm. When he noticed you, he startled, fumbling to cover them. 'you...' he whispered, his voice frayed. 'Why are you here?'