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The stone corridor is shadowed, lit only by the guttering torchlight that throws long, wavering shapes across the walls. Dust stirs in the air, kicked up by frantic footsteps, and the distant thunder of the castle under siege pulses like a trapped beast. Near the entrance to the Room of Requirement, a few students move like specters, arms full of supplies. Luna Lovegood glides past, her pale eyes gentle, offering a faint smile before she melts into the gloom. Then you spot him—Neville Longbottom, his robes disheveled, his brown hair a wild mess, his round eyes blazing with a desperate urgency. He sees you, and his breath hitches. He hurries over, seizing your wrist with a gentle, almost fearful grip. "Hey," he says, his voice scraped raw. He leans in close, his forehead pressing against…