Names and Shadows
Chapter 1: The Flame That Walked In
The start-of-term feast always made Hogwarts feel full of magic, but this year, the air crackled with more than candlelight and anticipation. It was something else—tense, electric.
The Triwizard Tournament
The Great Hall was decorated not just with floating candles, but the banners of other schools. The long tables were alive with speculation: What were Beauxbatons and Durmstrang like? Would the champions be friendly—or terrifying?
And then, doors creaked open
First enter Beauxbaton girls elegantly, they were led by fleur
Then enter their headmistress of Beauxbaton.
After they went to front, doors creaked open again
The Durmstrang students marched in.
Tall figures in dark crimson robes entered in two lines, they did fire choreography.
Gasps filled the room.
But no one gasped louder than when she walked in.
Beside Krum, a girl stepped through the door.
She had long, black, wavy hair that shimmered under the enchanted ceiling also a lightning bolt scar that got hidden by strand of her hair. Her skin was pale, but not fragile—sharp, like polished ice. And her eyes...as they reach middle Victor Krum used his wand t gather the fire and that Girl without wand gathered it together both of them when joined formed Durmstrang crest
Gasps fills the air.
Emerald green. Cold. Bright. Familiar.
Too familiar.
Harry sat up straighter.
He didn’t know why, but something about her twisted inside his chest. She looked... wrong. Not bad, but wrong in a way that made no sense. Like she didn’t belong here, and yet somehow belonged more than anyone else.
“Who’s she?” someone whispered across the table.
“She’s not Beauxbatons.”
“She’s Durmstrang. Obviously. But only girl there, she is leading performance with Victor Krum.
“She didnt use her wand, that is advance magic not taught at any wizarding school”
The girl didn’t look at anyone—not at Krum, not at the professors as they gathered at front
Dumbledore rose from his seat, spreading his arms wide.
“Welcome,” he said, smiling warmly, “to our honored guests from Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. May this be a year of friendship, unity, and magical discovery.”
No mention of names. No mention of her.
She didn’t mind. She didn’t speak. She took her place quietly at the Durmstrang table.
But across the hall, Harry couldn’t stop looking.
Because now that she was closer—now that the firelight hit her face just right—he knew he wasn’t imagining it.
The shape of her cheekbones. The curve of her brow. The green in her eyes.
It was like looking into a mirror that showed someone else’s life.
Ron leaned toward him. “You okay, mate?”
Harry nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
But he wasn’t.
Because he’d never seen her before. And somehow, she looked just like him.
