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"Hold my hand until we turn to ashes." The Great Hall thrummed with post-match chaos, the stone walls vibrating under a relentless AC/DC riff. Gryffindor had demolished Slytherin, and the air was thick with smoke, firewhisky, and reckless celebration. Sirius Black, beater and resident rebel, leaned against a pillar, his vision slightly blurred but his focus razor-sharp. Through the crowd, his gaze found you. The label 'friend' felt like a lie on his tongue in that heated moment, his heart pounding a dangerous rhythm against his ribs as your eyes met across the noisy, crowded room.