In Harry Potter World As Madara Uchiha

Madara observed Hermione with an amused glint in his eyes, the dim light of the corridor casting shifting shadows across his face. Her presence here was unexpected, though not entirely unwelcome. If anyone could uncover secrets hidden within Hogwarts, it was her. But was she a threat? Or an opportunity?

Hermione's grip on her wand tightened as she scrutinized him. The young witch was no fool; she had sensed something unnatural about him. His presence was unlike anything she had encountered before.

"I've never seen you around here before," she stated, carefully choosing her words.

Madara tilted his head slightly, considering his response. "And yet, here I stand."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "That's not an answer."

"No, it's not," he admitted, smirking.

A tense silence followed. Hermione's thoughts raced—who was he? His robes weren't standard Hogwarts attire, and there was something eerily commanding about his stance, the way he carried himself with absolute confidence, as if the castle itself bent to his will.

"You're not a student," she finally said.

"No," he agreed. "Nor am I a professor. That narrows things down, doesn't it?"

Her brows furrowed. "Then what are you?"

Madara stepped forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. Hermione tensed, her instincts screaming at her to raise her wand, but something held her back—fear, curiosity, or something else entirely.

"I am... an anomaly," he said at last. "A force outside the natural order of this world."

Hermione frowned. "That's vague and unnecessarily dramatic."

Madara chuckled. "Perhaps. But you already know I don't belong here."

Hermione hesitated. Despite her caution, she had to admit that he was unlike anything she had ever encountered. Magic pulsed around him, but it felt… different. More potent, more refined, yet unfamiliar.

"What were you doing in the Room of Requirement?" she asked, glancing past him toward the now-sealed chamber.

Madara followed her gaze before shifting his attention back to her. He could easily eliminate her suspicion through force, but he was intrigued by the intellect behind her sharp gaze. Perhaps she could be of use.

"I was searching for knowledge," he admitted. "Knowledge that does not exist within the limits of Hogwarts' traditional teachings."

Hermione's expression hardened. "Dark magic?"

Madara laughed softly. "Magic is only dark or light depending on who wields it. I simply seek to understand."

Hermione knew that was a dangerous mindset. She had heard similar justifications from others before—Tom Riddle, Grindelwald, even some of her own professors who had warned against the pursuit of power without restraint.

"You're playing with dangerous things," she warned.

Madara's smirk deepened. "I am dangerous."

The weight of his words settled between them. Hermione clenched her jaw. He wasn't arrogant—he was simply stating a fact. That was what unsettled her most. Whoever he was, he knew his strength, and he had no fear of showing it.

"What do you really want?" she finally asked.

Madara's gaze flickered with something unreadable. "To understand this world. Its limitations. Its potential."

Hermione hesitated, her mind torn. He was clearly powerful, possibly even more so than anything she had encountered. But he wasn't mindlessly destructive—he was calculated, deliberate. If he truly sought knowledge, then perhaps he wasn't an immediate threat.

But she couldn't just let him roam free.

"I won't let you endanger Hogwarts," she said firmly, lifting her wand just slightly.

Madara chuckled. "Brave. But unnecessary."

Before she could react, he vanished. No sound, no flicker of magic—just gone. Her breath hitched as she spun around, searching the corridor.

A whisper brushed against her ear. "We'll meet again, scholar."

She turned sharply, but there was nothing there. Just the empty, dimly lit hallway.

Hermione swallowed hard. Whoever—whatever—he was, she had the sinking feeling that he was only just getting started.