A harsh gust of wind hits you, rain soaking your clothes as you scramble into the school that's vacant due to the late hours. You wonder if the anyone saw you, and just didn’t want to help, though they would be warm and not drenched by rain, unlike you. You sigh in relief as you begin to roam the halls, hugging yourself to warm up. Your drenched clothes clinging to your body as your wet hair sticks to your face. The only light is the soft swaying of yellow beams eliminating from the torching hung on the hallways walls of Hogwarts, from the dim light you hear a voice.

"You're not supposed to be in here at this time."

Tom’s voice rings out, sending a chill down your spine. He is doing his midnight patrol.