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Harry stood between platforms nine and ten, staring at the brick wall that had once been a gateway to magic.
All around him, Muggle travelers bustled past, dragging suitcases and sipping coffee. A mother scolded her child. A teenager shouted into a phone. Life carried on, perfectly ordinary.
But Harry's eyes were fixed on the wall.
He didn't move.
He couldn't.
The dream had shaken him.
And more than that, the Half-Door was gone. Just vanished — like a secret that never wanted to be remembered twice.
He wasn't even sure if he could tell Hermione without sounding completely mad.
"You are also a Ravenclaw…"
Seraphina's voice still echoed in his ears. A whisper that didn't fade, even in daylight.
🚉 A Familiar Voice
"Harry!"
He turned to see Hermione rushing toward him, dragging a suitcase nearly her size. Her hair was bushier than ever, and she looked both thrilled and worried.
"You're late," she said, already slipping into problem-solving mode. "I've been standing here for ten minutes trying to figure out why the portal isn't opening."
Harry blinked. "It isn't?"
She shook her head. "I ran at it twice. Nearly broke my nose the second time."
Harry glanced at the brick wall again.
Hermione leaned in. "This isn't normal. Something's wrong."
Harry nodded. "I think it's intentional."
Her eyes narrowed. "You mean they blocked it?"
"Or the magic behind it has changed," he said. "I got a message… it said I can't use this entrance anymore."
Hermione blinked. "A magical lockout? That's rare."
Harry hesitated. "There might be another way in. But I don't know if it's safe."
Before she could ask, another voice broke in:
"Harry! Hermione!"
Ron Weasley came sprinting through the crowd, slightly out of breath, dragging his battered trunk and holding a half-eaten sausage roll. "You're not gonna believe this. Fred and George ran at the wall and bounced off like it was a trampoline."
Hermione winced. "That confirms it. Magical warding. Probably a selective one."
Ron frowned. "So we're not going to Hogwarts, then?"
"Oh, we are," Harry said. "We just… need a different door."
Ron looked confused. Hermione looked skeptical. Harry looked at his watch.
9:41 a.m.
"We have nineteen minutes to figure it out," he said.
🔍 A Hidden Clue
Hermione, ever the detective, started scanning the station for magical traces. She cast a few low-level revealing charms when no one was looking, muttering under her breath.
Meanwhile, Harry walked along the wall, lightly touching the bricks. Every so often, he felt a flicker of warmth — like a heartbeat under stone.
Then… there it was.
A tiny rune, hidden between two bricks at ankle level. Barely visible. He crouched and whispered the words from the letter.
"The Raven forgets nothing."
The rune flared faintly blue, and the bricks shimmered.
Hermione gasped.
Before them, a small archway unfolded — not quite a full doorway, more like a slim passage tucked between time and stone. It seemed to shift when you looked directly at it, like it didn't want to be seen.
"Is that—?" Ron began.
"A half-door," Harry said. "Again."
Without waiting, he stepped through.
🌀 The Train — But Not Quite
He expected the usual scarlet train, the whistle, the crowds of excited first-years.
Instead, he stepped into a dim, narrow hallway. Wooden panels lined the walls, and the air smelled of candle wax and dust. Soft blue lanterns flickered overhead. The train car looked ancient — older than any carriage Harry had seen last year.
Hermione stepped in behind him. "This isn't the usual Hogwarts Express."
"No kidding," Ron muttered, bumping into the wall.
The three of them looked around. No one else in sight. No candy trolley. No trunks being lifted. No Fred or George.
"Are we… on the wrong train?" Ron asked.
Hermione shook her head. "No. This is the right direction. But it's not the main line."
They moved carefully down the hallway. Then — faint voices. Laughter. Footsteps.
They reached a door near the back and slid it open.
On the other side was the familiar red-and-gold carpeted carriage of the Hogwarts Express.
Just like that — normal.
Fred and George were bickering over a bag of Chocolate Frogs. Ginny waved from another compartment. Neville was chasing his toad.
Ron blinked. "Okay, what just happened?"
Hermione looked shaken. "I think we passed through a layered compartment. A hidden part of the train."
Harry said nothing. Because as he turned to look back, the narrow hallway they'd just exited was gone.
The door now opened to a coat closet.
🧩 A Stranger in the Shadows
They found a compartment and sat down. Harry watched the landscape blur past the window: rolling hills, thick trees, distant castle silhouettes.
He wanted to tell Hermione everything — about the Memory Chamber, the glowing orb, Seraphina's voice. But the words wouldn't come.
Some part of him feared saying it out loud would make it disappear.
Before he could try, the door to their compartment slid open.
A boy stood there — tall, pale, with sharp cheekbones and eyes so dark they looked almost black. His Hogwarts robes were neatly pressed, and a bronze-and-blue pin marked his house: Ravenclaw.
"You're Harry Potter," he said calmly.
Harry nodded slowly.
The boy smiled — a tight, unreadable expression.
"I'm Corvin Thorne. Third year. I've heard of you."
Hermione frowned slightly. "Are you looking for someone?"
Corvin's eyes didn't leave Harry. "No. Just wondering if the Heir of the Forgotten enjoys train rides."
Harry froze.
Hermione stood. "Excuse me?"
Corvin's smile didn't waver. "Never mind. Perhaps I was mistaken."
He turned and walked away.
The door slid shut behind him.
The three sat in silence.
Ron finally said, "Well, that wasn't creepy at all."
Harry stared out the window.
Corvin had used Seraphina's exact phrase.
Heir of the Forgotten.
He wasn't the only one who knew.
🏰 Distant Towers
As the train curved around the final bend, Hogwarts came into view — its towers rising through morning mist, lake waters shimmering below.
But Harry's eyes weren't on the castle.
They were fixed on a shape behind it — barely visible on the tallest cliff beyond the school.
A shadowy silhouette of a spire, surrounded by clouds.
Hermione followed his gaze.
"What's that?"
"I don't know," Harry whispered.
But deep down, he did.
"Seek the tower…" Seraphina had said."The real one."
And now, he'd seen it.
It was real.
And it was waiting.
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