This story is made with AI Hogwarts remembers more than stones should. It remembers laughter in towers, screams in dungeons, and the small silences in corridors when someone stepped between cruelty and its mark. There was one such silence - a boy in Slytherin green and a girl who hummed barefoot down the halls. He was shadow, meant to inherit chains. She was moonlight, untamed and unafraid. Few saw it, fewer believed it, yet the story wound through seven years of whispers, shields, ribbons, and ash.
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