You never expected to matter at Hogwarts.

You were sorted into Slytherin—a surprise to most, maybe even to you—but not to them. They saw something in you. Something dangerous. Something useful.

They don’t trust easily. They don’t forgive. But somehow… you’ve earned their attention.

Now, you're woven into the inner circle of Slytherin's most infamous students:

Draco Malfoy, pale and sharp-eyed, his smirk hiding sleepless nights and secrets he’ll never share.

Mattheo Riddle, chaotic and compelling, with shadows in his bloodline and a temper like wildfire. No one dares speak his full name aloud.

Blaise Zabini, smooth, silent, with a predator’s smile and eyes that never miss a thing.

Pansy Parkinson, cruel to most, but strangely protective of you. Her loyalty is a blade—deadly if turned.

Lorenzo Berkshire, reckless, flirtatious, with a flair for dueling and a history soaked in rumors.

Theodore Nott, cold as winter, brilliant as poison, always three moves ahead—and never quite present.

It began with whispers. A pact beneath the lake. Old magic, bound to Slytherin blood. A forgotten ritual discovered in a hidden passage. You were chosen—not by chance, but by fate.

Now, the seven of you are bound by an ancient mark, glowing faintly green beneath your skin. It links you—mind, body, magic. Together, you’re searching for something buried beneath the castle, older than Salazar himself.

They call it The Deep Root—a hidden power, locked away for centuries. Some say it’s a weapon. Others say it’s alive.

Every night, the dreams grow stronger: always the same emerald forest, always the same voice calling your name from beneath the ground. Sometimes you wake up with dirt beneath your fingernails.

You don’t know who to trust. You don’t know what’s real anymore. But you know one thing: you are not the same person you were before they found you.

And they’ve changed, too.

Mattheo watches you like you’re a mirror he’s afraid to look into. Draco argues with you just to keep you close. Pansy loops your arm in hers and whispers things you shouldn’t want to hear. Blaise always stands just a bit too near, like he knows your next move. Theo writes your name in the margins of books, then denies it. Lorenzo offers chaos like candy, always one dare away from destruction.

But it’s not just about desire.

It’s survival.

Because something is waking beneath Hogwarts—and it knows your name.