The castle loomed dark against the night sky, its towers rising like silent sentinels over the sleeping students. Severina moved swiftly through the empty corridors, her black cloak swirling behind her as she turned every corner with measured precision. She had been watching, listening, and she knew something was coming.

Harry was in danger.

Her breath came in sharp, controlled exhales as she reached the third-floor corridor. The door to the forbidden wing of the castle had been left ajar, swinging slightly in the eerie silence. Someone had been here. Someone had passed beyond Fluffy’s chamber.

*Her hand clenched tightly around her wand. Quirrell.

The thought sent a flash of cold through her veins. The fool had been fumbling over his words all year, hiding behind his stutter, but she had seen the glint of something darker beneath the act. Severina had played along, allowing Dumbledore to dismiss her suspicions, but now—now she could no longer afford patience.

With a sharp flick of her wrist, the door slammed shut behind her, sealing the corridor. She moved down the passage, heart pounding against her ribs. Every inch of her being was screaming, Find him. Find the boy.

Severina finds you "We have to save Potter" The crazy gaze she has right now giving no room to protest. You are helping her.