Hogwarts had no record of her.
No full name. No photo. No mention in house rosters or graduation parchments.
But Harry saw her — crystal-clear in his vision.
Long dark robes, boots dusted with ash, silver eyes that didn't reflect torchlight.
She had stood in front of the stone door. And when she smiled, it had terrified him.
A Visit to the Restricted Section
"I'm not getting caught again," Theo muttered, watching the hallway.
"We won't get caught," Harry said.
"You always say that."
They slipped through the shadows. Harry's mark flared faintly as they passed the whispering shelves.
He scanned books bound in fading leather, eyes darting over handwritten indexes.
There.
The Record of Unspoken Inheritances – Circa 1880–1943
He flipped it open.
The Unwritten House
"There were four houses. Then a fifth. Briefly."
"Its students were chosen, not sorted. They bore marks. They cast without wands. They vanished."
"The name was removed. But we called them… the Unwritten."
The entry ended mid-page. The ink cut off.
Theo looked over Harry's shoulder.
"She was one of them."
Harry turned the page.
On the margin, someone had scratched a single word in shaky script:
"Selene."
Midnight Discussion – Draco Weighs In
"She's real," Harry said. "Selene was real."
"And she vanished?" Draco asked.
"No. She burned the boy I saw. In the vision. I think… I think she sealed the door behind her."
Draco frowned. "Why?"
"To stop the mark from spreading."
Theo leaned in. "So why is it back now?"
Harry's silence was answer enough.
Snape's Private Note
That night, Harry found a folded note on his bed.
Written in spiky script:
I saw her too. Once. Do not look for her again.The more you search, the more she remembers.
—S
End Scene – The Door Whispers
Harry didn't dream that night.
But the mark still pulsed.
And somewhere beneath the castle, the black door breathed — faint, like a heart under stone.
And behind it, a soft voice whispered his name:
"You are not the first, Harry.""But you may be… the one who returns us."