Prologue
The corridor was long, dark, and surprisingly warm for the dungeons. Places like this usually had him on edge, but tonight, he felt soothed. He doesn't know why, but he'd felt like he'd been there before, long ago.
He remembered touching those walls with small hands, knowing their every rough edge and indented stone.
"What?" he muttered, faltering as his hand ran over the wall. It was a notch more familiar than any of the others. He had touched this before, a long time ago.
He couldn't figure out why he'd been at Hogwarts so young. In his first year, he'd not had this sense of de ja vu with the rest of the castle, but this place was different.
Potions classes were not held here. This place was private- which baffled him more- it wasn't touched by student's voices or footsteps very often. Yet, this place was lived in, you could tell that.
The notch wasn't overly large, tough it felt different to the rest. Whenever he touched it, his fingers tingled. The stone was also warmer and smooth- magic coursed through it, obviously put there by man.
The magic zapped his fingertips, it remembered him. He remembered the magic too- he'd seen it often, and recently, though he couldn't place where.
He fingered the notch absently, it grabbed him, teased him. He winced. Blood trickle down his palm- something on the stone has nicked him. The finger automatically went to his mouth, to stem the flow of blood.
The wall started to move apart.
His eyes widened. The wall had opened to reveal a room, a man in the corner.
A/N: I took this down a while ago, because I didn't really think I should leave it up as I didn't know where it was going. I'm putting it back up, and I'll be thinking about where it can go.