The Great Hall had never felt this quiet.

  Hundreds of students stood gathered beneath the floating lanterns, but no one spoke. Whispers had died minutes ago. Fear had replaced them. Every face was tilted upward, eyes darting toward shadows that clung unnaturally to the far corners of the hall.

  They all remembered her voice.

  No one dared repeat it. Even thinking the words felt dangerous.

  Daniel stood near the Dracorus section, shoulders tense, his right arm stiff beneath his robe. Tom stood beside him, jaw clenched, eyes scanning the crowd like he expected something to jump out at them. Across the hall, Scarlett stood with the Nihilara students. Their eyes met for a brief second. She looked calm, but Daniel knew better. That stillness meant she was thinking too much.

  Then it happened.

  The torches near the Restricted Wing entrance flickered violently.

  A shadow peeled itself away from the stone wall.

  Some students screamed.

  At first, it was only darkness, stretching unnaturally long across the floor. Then it rose.

  A human-like figure, tall, thin, wrapped entirely in shadow, stepped forward. In its hand was a wand, old and unmistakably real.

  A collective gasp swept through the hall.

  Others froze where they stood.

  Daniel felt the mark on his shoulder throb once. Hard.

  The shadow didn’t rush. It didn’t attack. It simply stood there, as if allowing the fear to bloom.

  No one noticed Headmaster Albus Christ straighten slightly.

  No one noticed the castle keeper, Mr. Price, shift his weight beside the pillars.

  The shadow raised its wand.

  Its voice came out deep, layered, heavy, like it echoed from somewhere far older than the castle itself.

  “Expecto Patronus.”

  A beam of pale silver light exploded from the wand, tearing through the air and shooting straight toward one of the massive open windows above the hall. The light wasn’t shaped like an animal. It wasn’t gentle.

  It was raw.

  The sky outside rippled.

  Then came the scream.

  Not a voice.

  A monstrous shriek, tearing through stone and bone alike. The sound shook the chandeliers, cracked a window, and drove several students to their knees.

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  Lira.

  Her scream was rage, pain, and fury twisted into one sound.

  Daniel clutched his shoulder as the mark burned like fire. Scarlett stiffened, her breath catching. Tom Jones grabbed Daniel’s arm, steadying him.

  And then—

  Silence.

  Absolute, suffocating silence.

  The silver light vanished.

  The shadow was gone.

  No trace. No smoke. No footsteps.

  Just fear.

  Seconds passed. Then minutes.

  Headmaster Christ stepped forward, his voice calm, measured, powerful.

  “Everyone, listen carefully. What you witnessed was a defensive anomaly. It has passed. There is no danger at this moment.”

  No one believed him.

  But they listened.

  “You will return to your dormitories,” he continued, eyes sweeping the hall. “Get rest. Classes will continue as scheduled.”

  A lie. A necessary one.

  Slowly, shakily, the students began to move.

  As Daniel turned to leave, his eyes met Scarlett’s again. Then Tom’s. Without speaking, all three glanced once more toward the Headmaster.

  He was watching them.

  Then they left.

  Behind them, the hall emptied.

  Only Albus Christ and Mr. Price remained.

  They exchanged a single look.

  No words.

  They turned and walked in opposite directions.

  The night ended.

  Morning came, but peace did not.

  Daniel sat in the Dracorus classroom, staring at the stone wall as if it might answer him. He hadn’t slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard that scream.

  This was their third class of the day. Dracorus only. No merged houses.

  Tom Jones leaned back in his seat, whispering, “You look like you’re about to punch the wall.”

  “Feels like the wall deserves it,” Daniel muttered.

  Then the air shimmered.

  Right in front of them, between desk and chalkboard, golden light bloomed. Letters formed slowly, elegant and sharp, glowing softly.

  The class froze.

  It was a message.

  To Daniel Cruse,

  Tom Jones,

  and Scarlett Watson

  You are to report to my office after school hours.

  Come in silence.

  Tell no one.

  — Headmaster Albus Christ

  The letters folded into themselves and vanished like mist.

  The professor continued lecturing as if nothing had happened.

  Daniel swallowed.

  Tom exhaled slowly. “So… that’s not terrifying at all.”

  After School

  The castle felt different at dusk.

  Students had been ordered to gather in the Great Hall, leaving corridors eerily empty. Daniel, Tom Jones, and Scarlett slipped away quietly, following the Headmaster through a narrow staircase hidden behind a tapestry Daniel had never noticed before.

  They descended.

  Deeper.

  The air grew colder. The walls changed. Stone gave way to something older, smoother, etched with symbols that pulsed faintly like veins beneath skin.

  They stopped before a sealed wall of moonstone.

  “This,” Headmaster Christ said quietly, “is the Moon Chamber.”

  Scarlett frowned. “A chamber?”

  “A seal,” he corrected. “Arcanmere was built around it.”

  Daniel stepped closer. The moment his fingers brushed the wall—

  The symbols ignited.

  Silver. Blue. Crimson.

  They spiraled outward, reacting to him. The mark on his shoulder burned in response.

  Tom whispered, “Daniel… the wall’s responding to you.”

  “Yes,” the Headmaster said. “Because Arcanmere has a sealed Moon Chamber that reacts when a Moon-Marked student awakens.”

  Daniel pulled his hand back, breathing hard. “What’s inside?”

  The Headmaster’s eyes darkened. “Truth. And consequences.”

  Scarlett’s head tilted slightly.

  She felt it.

  A presence.

  Not hostile.

  Watching.

  Her gaze flicked to the shadows near the far archway. Nothing moved. Yet she was certain.

  The same kind of shadow, she thought.

  The one from last night.

  Why did it save them?

  What was the spell it said?

  She opened her mouth—then closed it.

  Some questions weren’t meant to be spoken. Not yet.

  The symbols slowly dimmed. The wall sealed itself again.

  “The Moon Chamber has begun to wake,” the Headmaster said. “And so has everything bound to it.”

  Daniel clenched his fists. “Then tell me what I am.”

  The Headmaster met his gaze.

  “That,” he said quietly, “is what the chamber will decide.”

  Above them, unseen, the moon hid behind clouds.

  And somewhere deep beneath Arcanmere…

  Something listened.