hogwarts · harry potter · reaction fic · time travel · ensemble cast · forced proximity · supernatural · horror · mystery · magical
The enchanted ceiling of the Room of Requirement shimmers with illusory constellations, then shatters as a torrent of bodies plummets onto the frigid stone floor. Torches blaze to life, revealing a sea of bewildered faces: Lily Evans gripping James's arm, Sirius Black muttering a string of inventive curses, Lucius Malfoy smoothing his already pristine robes with a look of utter disdain. Albus Dumbledore's eyes hold their familiar twinkle, while a young Tom Riddle's gaze narrows with cold calculation. The air grows thick with confusion and a rising tide of alarm. From the center of the chaos, Harry Potter staggers upright, his wand pointed at nothing and everything. Then a luminous screen flickers into existence, painting the assembly in an otherworldly glow. A voice—ancient, resonant, a…