ATLANTIS
Thousands of years before the famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there was the city of Atlantis.
A legend for most and one of the greatest mysteries to go unsolved. Both school and city, took in all wizards and witches of th...
A few hours had passed and everyone had gone to bed. Y/n could be seen sleeping in one of the hospital beds slightly turning in his sleep. Y/n was seeing flashing images of places and people, some he knew others were a mystery to him and some of them were the repeating images that he got when he first held his wand.
The weird red rock, the Mirror and the giant circular object with the strange symbols on them. Throughout his dream though he heard something... a rumbling noise, it would halt followed by a grinding clunking noise before the rumbling would start again. It went on like this eight times before an image of one of the triangular shaped lights from the giant ring appeared in front of him and glowed a bright red.
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Flawoosh!
The loud sound filled his ears, waking him up from his dream. He shot up from his bed gasping for air, whipping his head around looking at his surroundings. After a few moments he started to calm his breathing as he remembered that he was in the hospital wing. He laid back down on the bed staring at the blank stone ceiling gathering his thoughts for the next few minutes... and then small ball of light appeared above him and moved down towards the end of his bed. It moved again leaving a trail of light behind as it made its way towards the doors.
Quickly and quietly he got up from the bed making his way to the doors before leaving the room and followed the stream of light to it's destination. As Y/n leaves the hospital wing he continues to follow the stream of colourful light that seems to want him to go somewhere.
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Every now and then the light would stop as a passing ghost would fly by wandering the halls. After a few more minutes of walking he stopped at the end as he only saw a dead end. It was odd though because he thought he recognised it. Out of dozens of similar blank walls through out the castle why did this one look familiar to him?
