SLYTHERIN DORMITORY, 1978
In a room dimly lit by the dull light of the medieval lantern laid a sickly boy with greasy hair. Even in the comfort of a bed enchanted for comfort, the boy curled around in discomfort, his eyes twitching as though he witnessed something terrible.
The boy kept sweating, As he was soon drenched by sweat an tears. Minutes go by and the boy suddenly starts jerking in panic, his mouth foaming and body tumbling as he clutched his pain in hopes of stopping this throbbing head-ache.
But reality hit him as he woke up after a face first collision into the Dark Obsidian tiles of his Slytherin dorm room.
Sorry for the small chapter, I'll expand more on this later