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The cold doesn't just touch you—it seeps deep, a slow ache in your bones as you lie sprawled in the muddy puddle. The autumn morning is iron-grey, the sky a sheet of pale metal. The air bites, sharp and metallic, carrying the sour tang of cigarette smoke. Dead leaves, brown and slick, cling to the puddle's edge like silent spectators. Sirius and James loom above, their laughter a harsh crack in the quiet. James crouches down, his messy black hair tousled by the wind. A smirk twists his lips as he reaches out, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling just enough to sting. His hazel eyes gleam with a cruel, playful light. A few feet away, Remus stands rigid, his green eyes wide with a conflict you can almost taste. His fingers worry the prefect badge pinned to his robes. He starts to speak,…