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In the depths of Number 12, Grimmauld Place, a peculiar artifact rested, forgotten, and unseen. It was an antique locket, not Slytherin's tainted creation, but a different one, carrying a much more intimate story for the Order of the Phoenix.

In the bustling streets of 1920s Paris, Robert Cohn felt the palpable energy that filled the air. A society detached from the horrors of World War I and consumed by Jazz, charm, and the unfamiliar taste of freedom. Yet the shadow of the past still hung heavy in his heart. Once a fierce boxing champion, now he was a failed writer, feeling out of place in this foreign land, unable to shake off the enigma named Jake Barnes.