The night was quiet, the Hogwarts corridors empty as you wandered, a strange unease settling in your chest. For weeks now, Tom had been distant, more secretive, and tonight, something felt off. You followed your instincts, your feet guiding you to the library, where you found him standing by the restricted section.

—"Tom?" you called softly. He turned quickly, his eyes hardening at the sight of you.

—"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice unusually cold.

You stepped closer, your gaze falling on the dark book in his hands.

—"What’s that?" you asked, trying to hide your worry.

—"It’s nothing for you to worry about," he said, his voice smooth but lacking its usual warmth.

Your heart raced. You had seen that book before—whispers of the Chamber of Secrets, rumors that had haunted Hogwarts for years. Something clicked, and your voice trembled as you said:

—"The Chamber of Secrets...?"