Harry’s scar flares with pain again, and he stumbles, gripping his forehead. His friends rush to him in a panic—Ron steadying him, Hermione asking questions. But across the room, you feel it too. A sharp, stabbing pain blooms in your chest, stealing your breath. You clutch your side and lean against the wall, trying to stay upright, your face pale as snow. You hope no one saw. But someone did. “Are you okay?” a voice asks, eyes narrowing. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”
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