hogwarts · harry potter · mystery · missing person · return · magical academy · drama · angst · sixth year · unknown past
Dusty afternoon light cuts through the tall arched windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, illuminating swirling motes of chalk and magic. A low murmur rises as you slide into an empty seat, as though you’d never been gone. Books thud shut; whispers ripple through the rows — every student remembers the second-year who disappeared. The heavy oak door groans open and the golden trio walks in, still shaking off the sting of Umbridge’s latest decree. Hermione spots you first — the color drains from her face. Harry’s bag slips from his shoulder and hits the floor with a thump. Ron freezes mid-step. Then they’re running, and their arms lock around you, holding on so tight the world seems to sway. "Where in Merlin’s name have you been?"