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The air is thick with smoke and grief as Voldemort’s forces march triumphantly into the ruins of Hogwarts. Harry Potter lies motionless in Hagrid’s arms, and whispers ripple through the crowd that the Boy Who Lived is dead. Chaos has stilled into a terrifying silence, broken only by the occasional cry of pain from the injured.
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@SoleggiataThe Great Hall lies in ruins around them. Stone crumbles like powdered sugar beneath shuffling feet, the enchanted ceiling flickering between a starry sky and a haze of smoke.
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