Chapter 1:

The Artifact

In the quiet of night, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry slumbered, unaware of the shadow creeping across its stone floors. The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting a silver glow through the high windows of the castle's many towers and turrets. It was a night like any other, until it wasn't. The first sign that something was amiss came in the form of a chill, a coldness that seeped into the bones of the castle itself. It was a coldness that did not belong in the warm embrace of Hogwarts. It was the coldness of the void, of a place far removed from the warmth of the living world. In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, an object appeared as if conjured from thin air. It was a sphere, no larger than a quaffle, but its surface swirled with colors that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. The sphere pulsed with a power that was palpable, sending ripples of magic coursing through the room. The artifact was not of this world, nor of this reality. It was a seed planted by a hand driven by malice, a hand that belonged to none other than Lord Voldemort. It was a distraction, a feint in the dark lord's grand plan, but it was also a door—a door to the Dark Dimension. As the artifact's presence began to warp the very fabric of the castle's reality, a whisper echoed through the halls, a whisper that spoke of power and dominion. Dormammu, the ruler of the Dark Dimension, had felt the opening of the portal. He had been waiting for such an opportunity, and he was not one to let it pass. The sphere's pulsing grew more intense, and with a sound like the tearing of a veil, the air around it shimmered and split. A portal opened, a maw of darkness that hungered for the light of the world it now gazed upon. The Dark Dimension was a place of nightmares, a realm where the laws of physics held no sway and the concept of time was twisted and bent. It was a place of eternal darkness, ruled by Dormammu with an iron will. And now, it had found a crack through which to seep into the world of Hogwarts. The night was no longer quiet, and Hogwarts was no longer safe. The artifact had awakened, and with it, the darkness stirred.

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