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On page 394, margin note: “For enemies — but not all enemies deserve silence.”

Hogwarts, September 1996. The war is escalating. Sixth-year students are returning to a castle thick with suspicion. harry potter nsp

Harry closed the book, heart pounding. The Prince had written this as a teenager — the same age Harry was now. Not dark magic. Loyalty magic. The kind Dumbledore talked about: love, trust, invisible ties. On page 394, margin note: “For enemies —

He’d already used sectumsempra on a training dummy in the Room of Requirement. The slash had been clean, precise, terrifying. Now he was searching for something gentler. Harry closed the book, heart pounding

The Half-Blood’s Compass

He followed the fading golden ribbon still glowing faintly from his chest. It pulled him down a seventh-floor corridor, past the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, to an alcove he’d never noticed. A house-elf lay crumpled there — Dobby, but not Dobby. An elf Harry didn’t know, wearing a ragged tea towel, bleeding from a gash on its head.

Harry smiled. He didn’t know who the Prince was yet. But he knew one thing: whoever he was, he’d once been a lonely boy who learned that magic isn’t power.