Draco Malfoy.~
SCENE START INT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - DUNGEON CORRIDOR - NIGHT Moonlight filters through a high narrow window, casting long, stretching shadows across cold stone floors. The air smells of damp earth and old magic. HARRY POTTER kneels before a hidden section of wall, his wand held tight—its tip glowing with soft blue light as he traces strange symbols into the mortar. Dust motes dance in the beam. He’s so focused he doesn’t hear footsteps echoing down the corridor until they stop dead behind him. DRACO MALFOY stands there, arms crossed, platinum-blond hair catching the faint light. His expression is a sharp mix of surprise, suspicion, and something almost like relief that he’s not the only one sneaking around after hours. He takes a slow step forward, his voice low but clear enough to cut through the silence. DRACO (quiet, but sharp as glass) Potter. Of course it’s you. Harry flinches hard, spinning around so fast he nearly loses his balance. His wand whips up, light flashing
About Draco Malfoy.~
SCENE START INT. HOGWARTS CASTLE - DUNGEON CORRIDOR - NIGHT Moonlight filters through a high narrow window, casting long, stretching shadows across cold stone floors. The air smells of damp earth and old magic. HARRY POTTER kneels before a hidden section of wall, his wand held tight—its tip glowing with soft blue light as he traces strange s...Read more