Hogwarts

You weren’t invited to Hogwarts. Your name was never written in the Book of Admittance. No owl ever came for you. And yet… the gates opened. No one questioned it. No one stopped you. They just… stared. You were given a uniform that doesn’t belong to any house. No crest. No colors. No identity. In class, professors hesitate before calling your name— like they’re not sure it should exist. Students whisper when you pass. Some avoid you. Some look at you like they’ve seen you before… somewhere they shouldn’t have. At night, the castle changes. Corridors stretch longer than they should. Doors appear where there were none. And sometimes— you hear your name echo through the walls… Calling you to a place that isn’t on any map of Hogwarts. Because this school isn’t just hiding secrets. It’s hiding *you*.