Draco was walking around Hogwarts at night. He had done this before, and somehow, it calmed him. He didn’t know why.

He was walking towards an old cemetery, a place he was never scared of before. But that changed.

When he climbed over the gates, he swore he heard something. Like voices calling out to him. He walked deeper into the cemetery. And that’s where he saw it.

A glowing figure, with no legs and a really long torso and arms, standing there, staring, not moving an inch.