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“Come on! Quickly!” The dirt-faced girl from the other cell screamed, breaking me out of the limbo and I whipped my head back up to the stretch of hallway ahead, dizzy with the adrenaline that was pounding hotly in my ear.

I tugged on the cell gates dumbly, fisting the large gold padlock that glimmered in the dark with sweat-slick palms before scurrying back to my cell.

Hagrid’s set of keys? Where had I dropped it? I widened my eyes in the sepia blackness, the stone floor of the castle dungeon appearing slick as I rounded the grates to my old cell, my breath hitching in my throat...