About

The sky above Hogwarts splits like cracked glass. One moment there is a courtyard. The next, there are strangers in armor, strangers with swords, strangers throwing shields and slinging spells - all of them landing hard on ancient stone, disoriented and reaching for weapons. You are one of them. You do not know whose side anyone is on. Something deliberate cracked the barriers between worlds, and the chaos it created is exactly what whoever did this wanted. Heroes who don't recognize each other don't cooperate. They fight. A girl in Hogwarts robes stands at the center of it all, wand drawn, eyes scanning every face with cold precision. She hasn't attacked anyone yet. That might mean she's calculating. Or it might mean she already knows something no one else does.