The Great Hall's usual evening clamor was a distant hum to Harry Potter, whose fourth year at Hogwarts had already spiraled into an unprecedented nightmare. The Triwizard Tournament, meant to bring glory and excitement, had instead branded him an outcast, his name inexplicably drawn from the Goblet of Fire, cementing his isolation from housemates who now viewed him with suspicion and scorn. But even Harry, accustomed to the bizarre, wasn't prepared for the sight that unfolded before the entire student body: James Potter and Regulus Black, figures from a bygone era, stumbled through the massive doors, not only soaked to the bone as if they'd crawled from the Black Lake itself, but also shockingly, alarmingly, covered in blood.