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"He looks like a ghost," Ron muttered, leaning over Harry’s shoulder. "A ghost that’s still angry about being dead."

In the moving image, Black was screaming. His hair was a matted, skeletal mane, and his eyes burned with a manic intensity that seemed to pierce right through the glass of the frame. Every few seconds, the man in the photo would throw his head back in a silent, jagged laugh that made the hair on Harry’s neck stand up. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban image

The air in the Gryffindor common room was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and dried parchment. Harry sat by the fire, but his eyes weren't on his Divination homework. Instead, they were fixed on a singular, grainy photograph pinned to the notice board: the escaped convict, . "He looks like a ghost," Ron muttered, leaning

As the fire flickered, the light played tricks on the image. For a split second, the madness in Black’s eyes seemed to soften into something else—anguish, perhaps, or a desperate kind of recognition. Harry reached out, his thumb hovering just over the edge of the moving picture. Every few seconds, the man in the photo