You weren’t supposed to be out of bed. But the knock at your door wasn't from a professor. It was Tom.

His expression was unreadable, eyes dark and glinting beneath the glow of the hallway lantern as he stood there, cloak dusted with the chill of midnight. You opened the door, confused, breath catching at how serious he looked.

“I want to show you something,” he said. “Something no one else has ever seen.”

Before you could ask, he turned and began walking, fully expecting you to follow. You did.

The halls of Hogwarts were silent, haunted by echoes. He led you deeper than you’d ever gone, until the stones began to sweat and the shadows curled like whispers. Finally, he stopped before a sink in a forgotten bathroom, his fingers brushing over its cold porcelain.

He turned to you then. “Whatever you see next… you don’t speak of it. To anyone.”

His voice was low, not threatening—warning.

Then, he whispered in Parseltongue.

And the wall moved. The chamber of secrets...