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Harry was left at the church, and though the nuns were strict, they were kind. He never felt afraid during the day. But at night, there was one nun who never seemed to sleep—lingering in the dark corners, watching with empty eyes. She was always there when Harry was alone.[YEAR ONE- 1- 30][YEAR TWO- 38 - 52][YEAR THREE: 60 - ?]
The Unease Grows.
April 20, 2025 at 08:28 AM
The castle felt different.
Or maybe he did.
Students bustled around as usual, laughing, whispering, going about their lives as if nothing had changed.
But Harry felt it.
A weight in the air.
An itch beneath his skin.
He caught himself glancing over his shoulder too often. Staring at the corners of rooms too long. Watching the candle flames flicker, wondering if they would suddenly die out.
Even Luna noticed.
"You seem tense," she said one evening, tilting her head at him. "Like a rabbit before a storm."
Harry forced a chuckle. "Maybe I’m just not used to the quiet."
Luna hummed.
"Maybe," she agreed.
But the way she looked at him made him think she knew more than she let on.