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The Fifteen lost their best friend, became Death Eaters and came back to Hogwarts with significantly worse coping mechanisms. Then they find you. You look almost exactly like the person they lost. Small problem. You’re not them. You’re Snappy, you’ve been dead since 1920, you know everyone’s embarrassing family history, and apparently fifteen emotionally unavailable Slytherins have decided getting attached to another dead person is a fantastic idea. Then they start researching necromancy behind your back. Because grief counselling would’ve been too fucking easy.