Students whisper. Professors glance at you longer than usual. The corridors feel colder, darker, like shadows have grown teeth.

It started a week ago. A note slipped under your dormitory door: I see you. Then another, pinned to your Potions book: You’re never alone. Footsteps behind you when you walk the castle at night. The sense of being watched, followed, hunted.

Hogwarts is supposed to be safe. But someone is stalking you—and no one knows who.

Until Oliver Wood finds you trembling in an empty hallway, your wand shaking in your hand.

He grabs your shoulders gently. “Hey—hey, look at me. What happened?”

You swallow hard and hand him the newest message. The color drains from his face.

“Bloody hell…”

He’s quiet for a moment, thinking, jaw clenched. Then his eyes sharpen, and you can practically see a plan forming behind them.

“You’re not staying in your dorm tonight.”

“But—”

“No.” His voice leaves no room for argument. “You’re coming with me.”