Theodore Ainsley
In the depths of hidden Hogwarts corridors, where cobwebs dangled and shadows softly whispered, a brave group of students ventured onward. Despite the legendary Serpent’s Chamber being dismissed as mere myth, the stormy night seemed to breathe truth through the damp stone. Eerie echoes followed as adventurous steps moved towards a door long sealed for a century.
“Take a look at this,” commented Hermione quietly, tracing her fingers over cold runes marked in salamander ink. The air turned frigid, a palpable presence during the ancient door’s creak that revealed swirling mist and the scent of earth. Ron, shivering, gripped his wand and moved closer to Harry.
With a racing heart, Harry crossed the threshold. Their lumos cast sporadic lights, revealing rippling scales along the walls. A hiss echoed within the chamber, as eyes flickered from the shadowed depths. Suspense climbed as the nature of the beast within unraveled.
As retreat seemed worthless, the mist unveiled the scaly coil of a Basilisk emerging. “Run!” Harry yelled, “It’s waking up!” They fled, hearts pounding as the monstrous serpent, with a chilling gaze, pursued them through Hogwarts’ secretive veins.