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### **The Classroom**
The room was majestic.
I ran my fingers along the edge of my desk, feeling the centuries of magic soaked into the wood. The grain swirled like liquid under my touch, warm and alive. These weren't just desks - they were artifacts, each one carved from ancient oaks that had witnessed the birth of magic itself.
Sunlight filtered through the high windows, fractured by ivy and stone into geometric patterns that danced across the floor. The floating chalkboard caught my eye - its surface constantly rewriting itself in elegant cursive, the chalk moving with a mind of its own.
"Today, we're working in pairs," McGonagall announced. Her voice carried that particular tone of someone who'd said these same words for decades but still found joy in them. "You will attempt partial transformations - starting with hands and ears."
I watched as she demonstrated, her human hand shifting seamlessly into a cat's paw. The fur rippled like water, claws extending with an audible snick. The class gasped. I leaned forward, fascinated by the way the bones rearranged themselves beneath the skin.
"Transfiguring living parts requires three things," she continued, flexing her now-feline digits. "Precision. Control. And most importantly - full intent."
The scramble for partners began. I stayed seated, observing the social calculus at play. The way Lavender Brown practically tripped over herself to partner with Parvati. How Seamus gave Dean that look that said "we're doing this together or not at all."
And then there was me.
And Draco Malfoy.
He turned with that signature smirk, all sharp angles and calculated disdain. "It's us again."
"Seems like destiny wants us to be together," I shot back, matching his tone.
As we prepared our materials, I couldn't help but glance around at the other pairs. Granger had somehow been saddled with Longbottom - her patience visibly fraying as he fumbled with his wand. The Weasley twins were, predictably, already planning something disastrous.
"Feels like we're waiting for candy, doesn't it?" I mused, twirling my wand between my fingers.
Draco rolled his eyes with practiced precision. "If by candy you mean watching Longbottom accidentally turn himself inside out-"
**"BLOODY HELL!"**
Ron Weasley's scream cut through the room. His hands clutched at his head - or rather, at the enormous, floppy ears that had replaced his normal ones. They hung like deflated balloons, twitching with every movement.
The class erupted.
McGonagall's lips pressed into a thin line, but I saw the way her eyes crinkled at the corners. "Class dismissed! Read page 210 and answer the questions. Mister Weasley - infirmary. Now."
As she marched out, half-dragging a mortified Ron, I turned to Draco. "Okay... I'm lucky today."
He sneered. "Don't flatter yourself."
### **The Corridor**
The stones were cool beneath my feet as I stepped into the hallway. The castle had that particular afternoon quiet - not empty, but waiting. Sunlight slanted through the high windows, catching dust motes that swirled like lazy fireflies.
Then - impact.
I barely had time to register the collision before I was sprawled on the cold stone, a tangle of limbs and books and -
"Beautiful__"
Hermione Granger glared up at me, her curls wild from the fall, eyes blazing with that particular fury only I seemed to inspire.
"Get. Off," she hissed, each word sharp enough to draw blood.
I rolled aside, grinning. "Wasn't aiming for you, Granger."
"You're always aiming to be a nuisance," she snapped, gathering her books with violent precision.
I leaned against the wall, watching the way her fingers trembled with barely-contained rage. "You always this dramatic, or only when I'm on top of you?"
Her slap echoed down the corridor.
Rubbing my cheek, I watched her storm away, robes swirling like an angry thundercloud. "Red," I murmured to the empty hallway. Then shook myself. "Library. Focus."
### **The Library**
The library was a cathedral of knowledge.
I breathed in the scent - old parchment, leather bindings, and something indefinable, something that tasted like magic on my tongue. The shelves stretched endlessly, disappearing into shadowed alcoves where books whispered to each other in languages I couldn't understand.
Five hours vanished in the turning of pages.
*"To shift the self is to see the beast within..."*
*"Name the form, know its heart, and mirror it in soul..."*
I scribbled three words in the margin of my notes:
**Intent. Harmony. Identity.**
My eyes burned. My fingers ached. But I'd cracked it.
I need sleep."
I left. The corridor was dark.
Something moved on the wall. A flicker. A shadow.
I stopped.
It was gone.
I walked faster to the Slytherin dorm.
Collapsed on my bed. Glanced at the moon through the underwater window.
And remembered her.
"She never noticed. Now I don't even know what she's doing. How ironic is destiny?"
The thing is ...
When I see her , I see the ambition to survive.
She is the reason I fight,
the reason I breathe.
But I become blind as soon as she look away.
Her gaze is my compass,
Her absence, a void I cannot fill.
Her eyes are my heaven,
and her absence is hell.
I bled words onto empty pages—
silence was the only reply.
She haunted every unwritten line,
And i am a ghost between the *why* and *lie*.
True I have always be a ghost... a shadow and no one really cares
A shadow... right? I am sent to fulfil a duty but never decided how or what to do
So ,
I can be a shadow that haunts in the light and darkness. No wait , in this life I want to be The Lord of Shadows... Hehe ..
I am just having another dreams I really need to sleep.
Then fell asleep.
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Dumbledore & Snape in the Headmaster's Office
The room smelled of parchment and cinnamon. Fawkes dozed quietly on his perch, the fire crackling softly in the hearth. Outside the stained-glass windows, night crept across the castle like spilled ink.
Dumbledore stood at the window, his hands folded behind his back, eyes scanning the endless darkness above the Forbidden Forest.
> "He's returned," he said at last, voice low but clear. "There is no longer doubt."
Snape said nothing. He stood with his arms crossed, face unreadable, black robes absorbing the firelight like shadows come to life.
> "The Ministry still denies it," he said quietly. "Fudge is clinging to the illusion of control like a man drowning with both hands over his eyes."
Dumbledore turned, his face tired but calm.
> "Denial is easier than acceptance. Safer, in the minds of men who have never truly faced what it means to look evil in the eye."
He walked slowly to his desk, placing a hand gently on the silver instruments that whirred and shimmered with strange, delicate magic.
> "Tom has returned… but he is not alone."
Snape's expression shifted.
> "You suspect something more?"
> "No," Dumbledore said. "I know it."
He looked up, and in his blue eyes there was no twinkle. Just a deep, cold stillness.
> "There are forces in this world, Severus, far older than Voldemort. Ancient things that slept while the world busied itself with wars and power struggles. His return… has stirred them."
Snape's jaw tightened. He leaned forward slightly.
> "What are we dealing with?"
Dumbledore sat slowly, fingertips pressed together, voice quieter now.
> "A darkness without name. Something not born from ambition or hatred, as Tom was… but from despair. Something forgotten. Something hungry."
The fire in the hearth hissed, and for a moment the flames flared blue.
Snape watched it, then glanced at the old man behind the desk.
> "You're afraid."
Dumbledore gave a faint, almost imperceptible nod.
> "Yes. For the first time in many years, I am."
A long silence passed.
Then:
> "Voldemort is no longer our only concern. The balance of the magical world is shifting. Prophecies are unraveling. Shadows are waking in places we once believed sacred."
> "And the boy?" Snape asked.
Dumbledore exhaled slowly.
> "Harry is still the key. But even he cannot stand against what's coming unless we are prepared. There must something else..."
He reached into a drawer and placed something on the desk: an old, tattered book with no title, sealed shut with blackened iron clasps.
> "We must go deeper. Older. We must remember the magics we chose to forget."
Snape stared at the book. His voice was barely above a whisper.
> "What have you found?"
Dumbledore looked at him.
> "I haven't found it yet. But it's looking for us."
Back to Slytherin common room
The Slytherin common room lay still in the depths of the dungeon, carved from cold stone and shadow. The lake outside the window shimmered faintly, casting greenish, wavering light across the walls. The fire had long since died.
Most students were asleep. The silence was heavy.
Adam lay curled on one of the long, leather-backed sofas, having fallen asleep studying something he wasn't supposed to have. His cloak was half off his shoulder, a book open on the floor beside him, its pages filled with runes that didn't belong to this world.
His face was peaceful.
But then, something… shifted.
A flicker.
A pulse.
A breathless second—and his eyes moved beneath closed lids.
In the pitch-dark space of his dreaming mind, a voice—not human—whispered across the void.
> "System initializing…"
Adam twitched.
> "Subject recognized."
"Core integrity… stable."
"Synchronizing consciousness. Awakening parameters engaged."
His brow furrowed in sleep.
> "System activated."
The final word echoed through his mind like a bell struck in a bottomless cavern.
Then silence.
Total silence.
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