𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈

Chapter 2 - Welcome to Hogwarts

Adeline Blanchet, a young woman with cascading brown hair and vivid green eyes, lay on her bed in her one-bedroom flat, tears streaming down her cheeks. The room around her was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The worn copy of 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' lay open on her chest, its pages damp with her tears.

She clutched the book to her chest, her heart heavy with the weight of the story.

The scene where Severus Snape reveals his undying love for Lily Potter, the main characters mother, and then dies, leaving Harry to gather his memories—had always struck a deep chord within Adeline. Despite having read this book countless times, the scene never failed to reduce her to tears.

"Always," she whispered, the word slipping through her sobs as she closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion of the day and the emotional turmoil of the night pull her into a restless sleep.

Her dreams were a blur of shadow and light, fragmented memories mingling with the grief she felt for Severus Snape, as if she had known the man herself. He reminded her of herself, the girl had lost her own mother and father when she was very young, a part of her resonated with the character of Snape, he was just as alone in the story as she was. The world of Hogwarts, so far removed from her reality, was a place of solace and sorrow, a world she longed to escape to yet knew she could never reach.

A small part of her had always hoped that this world was real, that these characters were real.

Were they real? Of course not. She knew that much.

It was just a book.

Adeline fell asleep...

The ticking of the clock. The sound of distant chatter. Something made her shiver.

When Adeline awoke, the world she knew would be gone.

The girl's green eyes fluttered open, her breath catching in her throat as she took in her surroundings. The familiar warmth of her flat was replaced by the cool air of a room she did not recognize.

She gasped, sitting upright in disbelief, clutching green silk sheets in her hands. The walls around her were made of grey stone, rough and ancient, with green drapes that swayed gently in the draft from a large, high window. The furniture was dark wood, heavy and ornate, with an old-world elegance that made her feel as if she had stepped back in time.

She glanced down at her hands, her heart racing.

Her book was gone, and in its place was nothing but a lingering sense of dread. Her breath quickened as her eyes roamed the room, taking in every detail with growing unease.

'Is this a dream?' Adeline thought to herself, confused.

Two other beds occupied the room, each covered with dark green bedding, the colour of deep forest moss. In each bed lay a figure, their faces obscured by thick blankets pulled high against the cold. Adeline's mind raced, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Was this a dream? It had to be. She was still asleep, she told herself. Any moment now, she would wake up in her flat, the book still in her arms, and laugh at how vividly she had imagined this all.

But the dark wood under her bare feet as she slipped out of bed felt too real, the air too sharp and biting for a dream. She needed to get out of here, to understand what was happening.

Panic began to rise within her as she stumbled toward a door at the far end of the room, her heart thudding in her chest. She pushed open the door and found herself in a small bathroom. The stone walls continued here, their rough surface glistening slightly with moisture, and the room was sparsely furnished with a small wooden sink and a mirror above it. Adeline rushed to the mirror, needing to see her reflection, to ground herself in some semblance of reality.