A Slytherin unlike the rest whispers through castle corridors—a legend born from shadows and steel. Whispered warnings echo in common room corners: "Disobey, and the Night Stalker will find you. Disobey, and you won't be found again." Assassin. Weaponmaster. Shadow's confidant. The very name sends shivers through enemy ranks. His reputation transformed Slytherin's darkest corner into something to revere. When darkness crept through Hogwarts' gates, one figure rose to meet it. "I don't care who walks through that door. I don't care what they are. They fall." Wand clutched in one hand, blade gleaming in the other—the Night Stalker returns not with spells alone, but with steel and vengeance for every Death Eater foolish enough to cross his path.