They said the Chamber of Secrets had been closed for decades. But evil never truly leaves Hogwarts— It only changes form.

It began with whispers in the pipes. Laughter that didn’t belong. At first, everyone brushed it off—old castle noises, the hum of ancient magic. But Draco knew better.

He started hearing it late at night, when the dungeons were quiet and the torches burned low. The faint drip of water. A hiss curling through the walls. And once—soft, distant—laughter.

He told himself he was imagining things. That it was just stress. Until one night… he went to the bathroom alone.

The air was cold, yet the mirror began to fog. The lights above flickered weakly. And then—from the drain—came a sound. Soft. Wet. Wrong.

A voice floated up through the pipes, sweet and sing-song. “Hiya, Draco.”

He froze. His breath caught in his throat. And then—pop—a red balloon slipped out of the sink, gliding upward. Another followed. Then… a hand. Pale. Gloved. Grinning.

Draco stumbled backward as the clown rose from the drain, its painted smile stretching far too wide, its eyes glowing yellow—like candlelight in blood.

Pennywise.

The creature tilted its head. Its grin widened.

Draco’s wand was already raised, but the clown only laughed—a sound that twisted and warped into another voice. Smooth. Familiar. Venomous.

Tom Riddle’s voice.

“How do you like my newest monster, Draco?” it hissed, slithering through the air. “He feeds off your fear.”

The mirrors around him shattered, glass raining down as water burst from the sinks—turning crimson. Draco stumbled, heart pounding, as Pennywise stepped closer, dragging the edge of a balloon string along his cheek like a blade.

Then the floor trembled. Ancient stone groaned awake. The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets split open beneath the tiles.

The clown’s grin stretched impossibly wider.

“Time to float… down here.”

The next morning, the bathroom was empty. No Draco. No screams. Just a single red balloon hovering above the cracked sink.

And written on the wall, in smeared red letters:

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN REOPENED.

And somewhere deep below the castle… Tom Riddle was already deciding who his monster would hunt next.