It had been a strange day since they returned from St. Mungo's with Roxxane. The silence hadn't lifted—it followed them back to Hogwarts, thick as fog and heavy as guilt. That night, while the others slept, James Potter tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Suddenly, someone called his name. he woke up with a start and looked around, but no one was there. He tried to go back to sleep, but the voice came again, saying.
"James.... You shouldn't have asked...."
This time, he jumped to his feet, put on his coat, and approached the girl's dormitory, knocking on the door. A prefect came and opened the door, whose name was Dora Robins.
"Dora Robins, can you please call my sisters out? It's important," James said in an urgent voice.
"Yeah, I will," she replied with a big yawn and disappeared behind the door.
After a few minutes, Rose and Lily came out of the door.
"What happened, James?" Rose asks concerned
"I heard a voice calling me," James replied. " But it's not a dream, a swear," He continued, looking tense. "Also, Hugo i not in his bed, I'm so worried, let's head out and find him and the voice."
"Yes, let's go," Lily replies tensely.
The three of them crept through the dark corridors of Hogwarts under James's invisibility cloak, lit only by the soft glow of their wands. The castle was colder than usual. Every shadow seemed to stretch just a little too long. Every floorboard creaked louder than it should have.
"Where are we going?" Rose whispered.
"I don't know," James admitted. "It… felt like it wanted me to follow it."
The hallway they turned into was one none of them remembered. The walls were cracked, the portraits empty, their frames hanging crookedly like they hadn't been touched in decades.
"Where are we?" Lily asked, her voice small.
Then Rose gasped. On the far wall, glowing letters began to appear, written in something that looked like silver fire.
"The lost one remembers."
Suddenly, a sound made them all spin around—footsteps. Slow. Bare. Getting closer.
But no one was there.
Then Hugo appeared.
He was in pajamas, barefoot, his eyes unfocused. Sleepwalking.
"Hugo?" Lily whispered, gently catching his arm. "What are you doing here?"
But Hugo didn't respond. He was whispering something under his breath, his lips barely moving.
"Green eyes… red hair… trapped in time… she's still here…"
The three stared at each other, stunned.
"What's he talking about?" James asked.
Before anyone could answer, a loud CRACK echoed through the hallway. The massive mirror at the end of the corridor had split down the middle, deep, jagged, like something had shattered the silence itself.
They ran.
They didn't stop until they were back in the Gryffindor common room, heartbeats thudding, breath uneven.
James tried to brush it off. "Maybe… maybe it was just a dream. Or the castle playing tricks."
"No," Lily said quietly. "That wasn't the castle."
Rose was silent, staring into the fire. Then Lily looked down at her hand and froze.
Clutched in her palm was a tiny, broken silver chain.
"I didn't have this before," she whispered.
No one said a word.
The silence was back, and it was louder than ever.
"It has M.P.P. written on it," Lily says after observing for a bit, and hands it over to Rose.
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"It has M.P.P. written on it," Lily says after observing for a bit, and hands it over to Rose.
"And a photo of a small girl in some man's hands... Why does this man look so familiar...? Wait! That's Aunt Ginny beside the man!" Rose exclaims.
"That means... that man must be Dad. And that baby is not any of us. Look at the date—January 6th, 2001. I was born in 2004, so it can't be me at all," James says, still in shock.
"I think we should take Hugo to the hospital wing; he is still not waking up," Lily sighs.
"Yeah, let's go, it's already 6 a.m. anyway, no use in going back to bed.
As soon as they lift Hugo and step out of the Gryffindor common room through the portrait, they hear the voice again for the last time.
"She is waking up....."