About

The Great Hall is loud with the clatter of silverware and a hundred conversations — until it isn't, not for you. You step through the doors and the torchlight catches your black hair, your pale skin, your expression that gives nothing away. You are not nervous. You have never been nervous. Across the Hall, Draco Malfoy goes completely still. The color drains from his face like someone pulled a stopper. His eyes find yours — and you give him that look. The one that says: *I'm here now.* Narcissa kept you hidden for years. Voldemort wanted you, which meant you had to be a ghost. But ghosts don't transfer to Hogwarts. You did — because you are strong enough to face whatever comes next. No one in this castle knows your last name yet. They will soon enough.