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The Hogwarts Library smelled of dust, parchment, and quiet purpose.
Sunlight filtered through the tall arched windows, pooling over tables stacked with thick volumes and scrolls. The room was silent except for the gentle rustle of turning pages — and the occasional grumble from Madam Pince when a student dared breathe too loudly.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat in a tucked-away corner behind the "Ancient Lineages" section. Books surrounded them like a paper fortress.
"So," Ron said, eyeing a moldy blue volume with a grimace. "How exactly are we supposed to find the history of someone Hogwarts forgot on purpose?"
Hermione didn't look up from her book. "Simple. We stop searching for records about Seraphina Ravenclaw... and start searching for what's missing."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You mean we look for... gaps?"
"Exactly," she said, flipping a page. "Magical history always leaves gaps when something's been magically erased. No one can truly delete everything — not without leaving a scar."
Ron blinked. "Great. We're looking for invisible scars in thousand-year-old textbooks. Fun."
Harry wasn't listening.
His eyes had drifted to a tapestry on the far wall — a faded blue design of Rowena Ravenclaw herself, wand held high, with embroidered words in Latin:
"Memoria est Magia."Memory is Magic.
He'd seen the words before. In the dream. In the vault.
And now, stitched into Hogwarts itself.
📖 The Ledger of Lost Names
Hermione suddenly gasped.
Harry and Ron leaned in.
She held up a thick, crumbling ledger titled "Founders' Lineage and Magical Descendants: A Restricted Index."
"This book tracks magical descendants of the four founders," she said, her voice almost reverent. "Even unacknowledged ones."
Harry felt his pulse quicken. "Like Seraphina?"
"Maybe."
Hermione flipped through carefully, scanning pages full of ornate handwriting and magical ink that glowed under her touch. She reached the Ravenclaw section.
It listed names — dozens of them — from Rowena herself down through generations.
But then…
A blank.
A large section between two generations. Two full pages of nothing.
"Here," she whispered. "This is the scar."
Ron frowned. "But it's just empty."
"No," Harry said. "It's missing. Like it was cut out of time."
Hermione pointed to the margin, where a faded note in tiny script remained:
Descendant entry redacted by order of Headmaster Enfield, circa 1391.Memorial record sealed — classified under "R.R.H. #31."
Hermione's eyes lit up. "R.R.H. — that's the same marking we saw on the book in Vault 998!"
Harry nodded slowly. "Seraphina's book."
Hermione looked at him. "Whatever happened to Seraphina… Hogwarts helped cover it up."
"Why would they do that?" Ron asked.
Hermione hesitated. "There are rumors. Old ones. About Ravenclaw's daughter creating something dangerous. Something even the other founders feared."
Harry's mind flashed back to the glowing orb, the shifting tower in the dream.
"She didn't create something," he said. "She found something."
🦅 Raven's Wing
They spent the next two hours combing every mention of the "Tower of Thought," but most references were cryptic or metaphorical.
Then Harry found it — buried in a footnote of a book on Ravenclaw's personal chambers.
"…it is said that a second tower was once constructed beyond the reach of stone, accessible only by those who pass the Raven's Wing."
He read it aloud.
"'Raven's Wing,'" Hermione repeated. "That could be a password. Or a literal wing of the castle."
Ron leaned forward. "Or… a painting. Remember that corridor in the west wing with all the birds?"
Hermione blinked. "Yes! The seventh-floor hallway. Near the unused Divination stairwell. I remember a tapestry of a raven flying through storm clouds. It's not on the map."
Harry stood up. "Then that's our next stop."
🏰 Ravenclaw Tower – That Evening
Under cover of dinner, the trio snuck out, climbed the Grand Staircase, and made their way toward the far western wing of the castle. The air grew colder the farther they went, and the hallways more silent — these parts of Hogwarts were almost never used anymore.
At the end of one corridor stood the tapestry Hermione had remembered.
It depicted a raven in mid-flight, wings outstretched, silver thread woven into the storm clouds around it.
There were no torches on this wall. Only a single lantern above the tapestry, flickering with blue fire.
Harry reached toward the wall — and found no stone behind the tapestry.
Only air.
He pulled the fabric aside.
A narrow, spiraling staircase waited beyond.
🔍 The Hidden Chamber
The stairs led downward for what felt like minutes. Cold stone walls closed in around them. The only light came from faint runes etched into the steps — they lit up softly with each footfall.
Finally, they reached the bottom.
A round door, marked with the Ravenclaw crest.
Harry stepped forward.
But instead of a handle, a riddle appeared across the door in glowing script:
"To enter the place where forgotten thoughts grow,Answer this question, and the way shall show:
What can be broken, but never held?A whisper's power, when truth is withheld."
Hermione grinned. "That's clever. It's a riddle lock — old Ravenclaw enchantment."
Ron stared at the riddle. "Er… a promise?"
The glowing runes flashed once.
The door opened.
Ron beamed. "Wait — I got it right?!"
Hermione looked genuinely stunned. "That's… actually correct. Well done, Ron."
They stepped into a small circular chamber lit by a single, flickering silver flame hovering in midair.
The walls were covered in carvings — rows of forgotten names.
But in the center of the room stood a pedestal.
And upon it… a feather.
Long. Midnight black. Iridescent with blue at the edges.
Not quill. Not sculpture.
A real raven feather.
It hovered slightly above the pedestal, rotating slowly in the air.
As Harry stepped closer, he heard it:
"You found me."
Seraphina's voice — faint but clearer than ever.
"One feather lost. The first key is given. Three remain.""The tower hides its roots beneath the wing."
The silver flame flared, revealing a new carving behind the pedestal:
"Wing. Mind. Mirror. Flame."
Hermione traced the symbols.
"Four keys," she whispered. "And we just found the first."
🧳 Footsteps Above
Suddenly — a creak.
Footsteps echoed above them on the stone stairs.
Harry spun toward the entrance.
A voice drifted downward:
"You're not the only ones following the feathers."
Corvin Thorne stepped into view.
But he wasn't alone.
Behind him stood two Ravenclaw students — older — their eyes strangely blank.
And from Corvin's robes, a shimmer of magic curled like smoke.
"Thank you," he said softly, "for unlocking the first one."
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