Chapter 1: The Whisper in the Tower
It began, as most Hogwarts trouble does, with a whisper no one else seemed to hear.
Lily Potter sat by the Ravenclaw window, her quill frozen mid-sentence. The evening sky glowed blue and silver, reflecting off the lake below—but that wasn’t what caught her attention.
“Find me…”
Lily turned sharply. No one was there.
She frowned. Ravenclaws weren’t exactly known for imagining things. If anything, they over-explained them.
“Okay,” she muttered, standing up. “Either I’m losing my mind, or Hogwarts is being dramatic again.”
The whisper came again—faint, echoing, almost like it was drifting through stone.
“Find me… in the attic…”
Attic?
Hogwarts had towers, dungeons, secret corridors—but an attic?
Lily didn’t waste time. She grabbed her cloak and sprinted out, nearly crashing into her brother James.
“Oi! Watch it, Lil—why do you look like you just discovered a new spell?” James grinned.
“Because I might have,” she shot back. “Where’s Albus?”
“Library. Being a nerd. Why?”
“Good. We need him.”
“And me?” James said, mock offended.
“You’re coming too. We might need someone reckless.”
James beamed. “Finally, recognition.”
Within minutes, they found Albus buried in books.
“There’s no attic in Hogwarts,” he said calmly after hearing Lily out.
“There is,” Lily insisted. “I heard it.”
James leaned on the table. “When Hogwarts whispers to you, you don’t ignore it. That’s like… rule one of being a Potter.”
Albus sighed. “Fine. But if we get detention—”
“We will,” James said happily.
“And it’ll be worth it,” Lily added.
None of them noticed the girl watching from behind the shelves.
Mystia Malfoy smirked.
“An attic?” she whispered. “Now that sounds interesting.”
