Y/N arrives at Hogwarts with quiet hopes and hidden questions, known only as the shy best friend of Lilly Luna Potter. But from her very first weeks at school, she begins to sense that something is different-off. Strange whispers call her name. Visi...
[MUSIC BUILDS HOGWARTS THEME - HINT OF MYSTERY, THEN SWELLS INTO TRIUMPH.]
NARRATOR (soft, echoing): "Dear reader, You have been selected to attend the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A place where magic is real, friendships are forged, and destinies are written in the stars..."
[SCENE:] A boy with wide eyes holds the letter close as his grandmother gasps beside him.
A girl in a snow-covered village dropping her broom in awe. The snow owl flies past children, rooftops, castles, and coastlines.
NARRATOR (continues): "Your term begins on the 1st of September. Enclosed is a list of necessary books and equipment. Await further instruction... and prepare for a journey like no other."
[MUSIC SHIFTS - MORE MYSTICAL AND URGENT]
[2th SCENE:] A shadowed figure in green robes watches the owl vanish into the fog. His eyes glow faintly. Behind him, a rustle in the Forbidden Forest... something ancient is awakening.]
VOICE WHISPERED (unseen, dark): "The letters have gone out again... but this year, something else returns with them."
[3th SCENE:] The Hogwarts Express roars through the countryside, towards platform 9 and 3/4. To pick up new students that would lean out of windows, wide-eyed. Lightning cracks in the distance. Somewhere deep in the school, the Sorting Hat stirs on its shelf.
[MUSIC HITS A FINAL NOTE - TRIUMPHANT AND CHILLING]
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------ DEPARTURE DAY ----
Raindrops pelted the glass roof of King's Cross Station like a thousand impatient fingers drumming against time itself. The late summer crowd surged and scattered under the heavy downpour, umbrellas snapping open like frantic birds. Y/N stood at the entrance, her hoodie damp, earbuds in, phone in one hand, and a modest suitcase in the other.