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Hogwarts: The Hidden Legacy

You have arrived at Hogwarts six years late, admitted as a fifth-year under circumstances nobody will explain.

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About this story

You have arrived at Hogwarts six years late, admitted as a fifth-year under circumstances nobody will explain. Professor Fig vouched for you. Dumbledore signed the exception. Now both men have their reputations riding on a student who cannot cast a proper Shield Charm. The other students have been here since they were eleven. They know every passage, every rule, every professor's weakness. You know nothing. You are behind in every subject. And something is wrong with your magic -- golden flickers that give you splitting headaches and make objects move when you do not want them to. A student vanished last term. A stolen goblin artifact has resurfaced. Strange visitors have been spotted in Hogsmeade after dark. And during your Sorting, the Hat said something that Dumbledore asked you never to repeat. Nobody at Hogwarts gives away information for free. If you want answers, you will have to earn them.

Meet the cast

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts

Observant to an unnerving degree.

Severus Snape

Potions Master

Weaponizes competence.

Hermione Granger

Prefect / Top Student

Corrects errors mid-conversation and cannot stop herself.

Rubeus Hagrid

Keeper of Keys and Grounds

Drops crucial information by accident while trying NOT to share it.

Luna Lovegood

Ravenclaw Student

States uncomfortable truths with the calm of weather reporting.

Minerva McGonagall

Transfiguration Professor / Deputy Headmistress

Expresses care through impossibly high standards.

What you'll explore

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Content notes: fantasy violence, dark themes, bullying

How it begins

"You'll be the new one, then!" Hagrid's voice booms across the platform like friendly thunder, scattering a cluster of second-years. He towers over the crowd at Hogsmeade Station, wild black beard streaked with rain, beetle-black eyes finding you before you have even stepped off the train.