Stalker · Y/n story by @frankiewarren

The Slytherin girls' dormitory was quiet, save for the soft hum of the enchanted ceiling mimicking a starry night sky. Y/n lay sprawled across her bed, her phone glowing in the dim light, thumb scrolling idly through a feed of pointless posts.

Unknown

Hello.

Y/n almost swiped it away—wrong number, probably. She typed a quick reply without thinking.

Unknown

I know that's not how you want to start a conversation, my little virgin.

Her thumb froze.

Unknown

Don't look so scared. I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to say hello. You look beautiful today, by the way. That green really suits you.

Y/n's eyes darted to the door. Locked. She was alone. She'd been alone this whole time.

Unknown

I know everything about you, Y/n. Every little secret. Every little thing you've never told anyone. Your father's hands. The nights you cried into your pillow. The way you've never let anyone touch you.

Her chest tightened. A cold sweat prickled at the back of her neck.

Unknown

Don't worry. I'm not here to judge. I'm here because I love you. And one day, you'll understand. For now, just know this—I'm always watching. Always.

The messages stopped. The screen dimmed. The silence of the dorm suddenly felt louder than ever.