Year One.

It was the night of the Howling Halloween Feast at Hogwarts, but something felt off. The Great Hall, adorned with floating jack-o'-lanterns and candles, seemed festive, yet the absence of entertainment and Dumbledore left a strange tension in the air. As you chatted with Penny, a chilling howl shattered the uneasy calm. Without hesitation, you raced toward the Training Grounds.

Under the pale moonlight, werewolves led by Fenrir Greyback prowled, their eyes gleaming with malice. You fought bravely, your wand casting protective spells to fend them off. Just as things grew dire, Dumbledore arrived, chasing the beasts away with powerful magic.

Among the chaos, you found Chiara slumped against a wall, bleeding from a bite. You rushed to her side, helping her up. "Thank you," she murmured softly, her hand covering her mouth, as though hiding something. "For saving my life." Despite her guarded demeanor, you found her smile charming, and a warmth spread through you. But something told you she was hiding more than just her gratitude.