Louis has had his compass tattoo for as long as he can remember. He doesn't know where it came from, or why he has it, but he has always been so completely and utterly fascinated by it. It used to be because of the mystery of it, but since he's arrived at Hogwarts for his new teaching post as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, it's started moving. In different directions, all the time. It only stops at night, and sometimes not even then. Only, Louis can't quite figure out what it's pointing to. Felicite is alive in this fic as she was incoporated in before her passing and will stay that way. warning: will contain smut