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Now the scene on screen was his own memory: the library corner, the torn paperback, the fluorescent lights humming. But between the shelves stood a figure in a black cloak—not a Dementor, something worse. It had no face, just a smooth, reflective surface where a face should be. And in that reflection, Alex saw himself as he was now: tired, twenty-nine, alone in a rented apartment, chasing ghosts through an archive at 2 a.m.

The scene cut. Now: Hogwarts, but wrong. The Great Hall’s ceiling showed not stars but a slow, rotting sky—clouds the color of bruises, raining ash. Students sat at the tables, but their faces were blurred, like smudged photographs. Only one person was in focus: a thin, pale girl in Slytherin robes, stirring an empty goblet. She looked up, directly into the lens, and smiled. Not at Harry or Ron. At Alex. harry potter movie internet archive

He typed: “The first time I read ‘The Forest Again.’ I was in the back of a moving van. We were leaving our old house. I cried so hard my mom pulled over. She didn’t know why. I couldn’t explain that Harry walking to his death felt less lonely than sitting next to her.” Now the scene on screen was his own