The tension between Harry and Caroline had escalated since their argument. An invisible wall separated them — they avoided speaking and refused to meet each other's eyes. Conversely, Caroline and Mattheo's connection deepened. Theyweren't just friends, they were more. He was there to listen to her. He didn't judgeher, he just listened and hugged her if she needed some comfort. They were likesiblings.
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Alastor Moody, with his ever-vigilant magical eye, announced a practical assignment. The challenge was to master non-verbal jinxes and hexes, emphasizing the potential life-saving importance of such skills.
While Moody explained the task, Caroline's mind drifted back to the haunting vision that lingered in her thoughts. She considered sharing it with Mattheo, but the absurdity of the story made it seem like a bizarre joke. How could she explain ending up in the Chamber of Secrets and encountering a vision of his father?
"Listen up, everyone," Moody growled, his magical eye fixing on each student like a hawk. "Today, you'll be working in pairs. The task is simple: master the art of non-verbal jinxes and hexes. Your partner's life might depend on it someday."
Suddenly, a cold touch gripped her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. It wasn't a human touch; it felt like icy tendrils burning her skin.
Caroline stood frozen, a chill creeping down her spine. The inexplicable touch on her shoulder had left her bewildered and frightened. Desperation etched across her face, she looked straight ahead, her eyes searching for answers. As her gaze fell to the left, she attempted to steal a glance behind her without fully turning.
A sense of unease gripped her as she strained to discern any presence behind her. There was a lingering fear that someone or something was there, gripping her shoulder with an otherworldly touch. Yet, as she peered into the void behind her, there was only emptiness. No figure, no outline—just an empty space.
The cold sensation persisted, sending shivers through her, but the absence of any visible entity intensified the mystery. Her mind raced with questions, each unanswered one adding to the growing sense of dread. The inexplicable touch and the haunting whisper lingered, leaving Caroline on the edge of an unsettling reality she couldn't comprehend.
Suddenly, out of the eerie silence, a chilling whisper slithered into Caroline's ears. "They are here." The words, a spectral murmur, echoed through the corridors of her mind. Her eyes widened in alarm, and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips. The whisper seemed to claw at her senses, and the familiarity of the voice sent shivers down her spine.
Her breath caught, each word of the haunting utterance piercing her ears like icy needles. The voice, hauntingly familiar, had an otherworldly quality this time. It wasn't the internal echo she had experienced before; it was an external force, a ghostly presence that seemed to exist beyond the realms of the tangible.
As Caroline wanted to turn around, Moody's voice cut through her disoriented thoughts, assigning her a partner.
"Potter, you're with Nott," Moody barked, his gravelly voice cutting through the room. Caroline gave Moody a confused looked as he had awaken her from her transit. He repeated himself and she sigh.
Caroline and Theodore Nott exchanged a displeased glance. Moody's assignments were renowned for their difficulty, and the idea of being paired with someone she didn't get along with only added to the challenge.
As they positioned themselves in a corner, Moody's magical eye fixated on them, intensifying the discomfort. Caroline felt the weight of scrutiny and shifted uneasily.
"Listen, Nott, let's just get through this without any disasters," Caroline muttered, her voice low.
"Why should I listen to someone like you?" Nott retorted, a look of pure disgust on his face.
"Someone like me?" Caroline shot back, mirroring his disdain.
Moody, like a relentless predator, circled them, demanding they stop arguing and demonstrate their skills. They began with simple jinxes, and despite Nott's initial resistance, Caroline excelled. She conveyed her intentions flawlessly, a testament to her skills honed during her time away.
"Potter, perfect. Nott, you need to learn more, perhaps from Potter," Moody commented, earning a smug smile from Caroline.
The class progressed, and as Caroline tried to offer assistance to Nott, he made it clear he didn't want her help. She reluctantly withdrew, and by the end of the lesson, Nott had managed to grasp the spells.
The encounter didn't dissolve the tension between them, but the shared accomplishment in the class created an unexpected understanding. As the class concluded, Caroline couldn't shake the lingering unease from the mysterious touch and whispered message. The shadows of an unsettling reality loomed, and she wondered if the visions were a prelude to something darker.
The day came to a close, and Caroline needed answers, so she replicated the actions from the night she had her first vision. As her dorm mates fell asleep, she discreetly slipped out of the Slytherin common room, navigating the corridors with caution to avoid Filch and Mrs. Norris.
In a trance-like state, she found herself drifting through the corridors, devoid of the negative emotions that had plagued her for days. Unintentionally, she entered a familiar classroom, taking a seat without understanding why. The sensation of the cold creature behind her returned, plunging her back into her strange reality. Whispers filled the room, but their meaning eluded her, and listening too closely made her ears ache.
Abruptly, the atmosphere shifted, becoming hazy. Professor Moody entered the classroom, and fear gripped her, thinking she had been discovered. However, to her surprise, he seemed oblivious to her presence. Instead, he went to his desk and retrieved a vial containing a dark liquid. A peculiar transformation unfolded before Caroline's eyes.
In shock, she watched as his features morphed. The man she didn't know appeared, casting an eerie shadow in the dimly lit room. Graying hair clung to his forehead, revealing a face marked by weariness and a lifetime of dark choices. His eyes, once vibrant, now carried the weight of a tortured past.
As he drank the potion, transforming back into Professor Moody, the mysterious man vanished, and the room returned to its previous state. The cold presence behind her dissipated, leaving Caroline bewildered.
After some time, she decided to leave the room, finally grasping the nature of her surroundings. The cold creature wasn't there to harm her; it was there to assist her. Could it be that the first vision was also its doing?
Returning to the Slytherin common room, she encountered Mattheo, a thick Italian accent questioning her whereabouts. She lied about her nocturnal stroll, claiming boredom. As she lit a cigarette, he offered her one and sat beside her on the couch. "I was just walking around, got bored," she fibbed. He nodded, observing her with a contemplative gaze, and as smoke wafted from her lips, she turned the question on him. "Why are you here?" His silent response indicated his simple desire for a smoke.
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