Aeris Blake
Aeris didn't sleep well on her first night at Hogwarts.
It wasn't because the four-poster beds in Gryffindor Tower were uncomfortable—they were softer than anything she'd ever known. It wasn't the chattering of other first-years, nor the fireplace crackling below her dorm window.
It was the voice.
Low. Slithering. Like silk dragged across stone.
"You do not belong... yet you awaken us…"
She sat up in the middle of the night, heart hammering against her ribs. Her curtains rustled, though no wind came through the sealed windows. The walls around her whispered again—just a murmur this time, like a secret being told behind her back.
She pulled her legs to her chest, whispering, "I'm not hearing this. I'm not hearing anything."
But she was. Every time her eyes fluttered closed, the voice returned.
And the worst part? She understood it.
She felt it, like it was part of her bones.
Scorpius Malfoy
Scorpius stood alone in the Slytherin common room, staring at the greenish flames dancing in the fireplace.
"She's not what she seems," he muttered, running a hand through his pale hair.
He hadn't meant to duel her in Defense class. But something about Aeris Blake pulled at him. She carried herself like a Gryffindor but radiated something darker. Something familiar.
That explosion of green fire when they clashed? It wasn't textbook magic. It was ancient. And it didn't react to him. It reacted to her.
"Malfoy," came a soft voice behind him. Alric Nott, his roommate. "You're still thinking about the new girl, aren't you?"
Scorpius didn't answer. He turned back to the fire. It reminded him of his father's warnings—the same ones he'd heard since childhood.
"The Heir will return. Not from our House, but with our blood."
His father had never explained what that meant. Only that when it happened, Scorpius would know.
And now he did.
Aeris Blake
The next morning, Aeris looked pale and distant as she walked beside Rose through the corridors. Her eyes kept flicking to the stone walls, as if expecting them to breathe.
"You didn't sleep," Rose said, eyeing her.
"I... just a weird dream."
Rose raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. Something whispering your name?"
Aeris froze mid-step. "How did you know?"
Rose paled. "Because that happened to me, too. But only once. The first time I stepped near the dungeons last year."
They stared at each other. The corridor suddenly felt colder.
Rose Weasley
Rose always thought she'd find all the answers in books.
But nothing she'd ever read in the Hogwarts Library—or even in the Restricted Section her mother warned her about—had prepared her for the strange pull she felt when Aeris was around.
Walls hummed. Torches flickered. Sometimes, staircases shifted when they weren't supposed to.
Now, as they walked past a tapestry near the Charms classroom, Aeris stopped abruptly.
"Did you hear that?" she asked.
"Hear what?"
Aeris didn't answer. She stepped forward and pressed her hand to the wall. The tapestry fluttered, and behind it, the stones shimmered.
"I don't know why I'm doing this," Aeris muttered, then whispered a word—softly, almost unconsciously.
A sharp hiss escaped her lips.
The wall vanished.
Revealing a hidden corridor, bathed in greenish light.
Aeris Blake
Her heart was racing. What did I just say?
The corridor looked untouched—dusty, ancient, but… alive. She felt it. It was waiting for her.
"Aeris, don't go in there," Rose said from behind.
"I have to." Her voice was not her own.
The moment her foot touched the stone floor, torches along the sides lit up one by one. The corridor led deep into the castle—deeper than she'd ever imagined Hogwarts could go.
Symbols lined the walls. Snakes coiled in stone carvings. And at the end of the passage stood a single archway. In its center, engraved in perfect cursive script:
He who speaks to stone shall awaken the blood.
Her fingers trembled as she reached out. The stone beneath her palm warmed.
And then, from behind the archway—a whisper.
"Aerissssss…"
She gasped. That voice. It wasn't just in her head anymore.
It was real.
Scorpius Malfoy
He found them because he was following her.
Not on purpose. He just happened to be in the hallway above when he saw a shimmer in the wall and heard the faintest echo—like a snake's hiss.
Now he stood at the entrance of the hidden corridor, heart pounding.
She was already too deep to call back. But he heard the same name, the same whisper:
"Aeris…"
And then: a name he hadn't heard in years.
"Slytherin…"
He froze. "No. It can't be."
Rose Weasley
Rose was terrified. Not of the tunnel. Not even of the whispering stone. But of her best friend.
Because Aeris didn't look like herself anymore.
Her eyes glowed faintly green. Her voice sounded older—like someone else's. And the markings on the walls? They lit up only when she passed.
Rose reached out and grabbed her hand. "We're going back. Now."
But Aeris turned slowly and whispered, "I don't think I can."
Aeris Blake
She didn't want this.
She didn't ask for it.
But the tunnel was alive. The whispers had faces now—shifting shadows carved in stone. They watched her.
And one of them… looked like him.
Long dark robes. Pale eyes. A gaunt face with a cruel smile.
"You are of my blood. You shall awaken what was sealed. You are the heir."
Aeris screamed.
Final Scene – Back in the Gryffindor Dorm
That night, Aeris stood before the mirror in her dorm. Her hair was damp from cold sweat. Her hands trembled.
She pulled her collar aside and saw something new—something burned faintly into her skin, like a tattoo revealed only in moonlight.
A serpent. Coiled. Embedded just above her collarbone.
It wasn't there yesterday.
She covered it quickly. Her breath caught.
From the shadows of her room, a final whisper came:
"You will be tested, Heir of the Serpent."