The forest was alive with whispers.
Every branch creaked softly in the breeze, every leaf shimmered faintly in moonlight as if the night itself were holding its breath.
We walked slowly, our footsteps sinking into damp moss. Luna's wand glowed faintly blue — enough to light the way, but not enough to disturb the hush that clung to everything.
"This feels… different tonight," I whispered.
She nodded, eyes wide and shining. "It's the kind of silence that means something's watching — but not with malice. With curiosity."
I didn't ask how she knew. Luna always seemed to know.
The deeper we went, the more the air changed. It grew colder, cleaner — like breathing starlight. Then I noticed faint silver threads caught in the brambles along the path. They shimmered when Luna's wandlight touched them.
"Unicorn hair," she whispered, voice trembling with excitement. "Freshly shed. She must be near."
We followed the trail until the trees opened into a clearing bathed in pale, liquid light. A small stream wound through it, and the air carried a soft, melodic hum — faint but real.
And there, on the other side of the stream, stood a unicorn.
Her coat glowed like frost under the moon. Her mane floated as though stirred by some invisible breeze. Every movement was grace and purity, every breath quiet magic.
Luna froze, her lips parted in awe.
"She's beautiful," she breathed.
I couldn't speak. I'd read about unicorns in stories, but nothing — nothing — came close to this.
The unicorn's ears twitched toward us. She took a step forward, cautious but unafraid.
Luna slowly lowered her wand and held out her hand, palm open. "Hello there," she whispered, her voice trembling just slightly. "We won't hurt you. We only wanted to see your light."
The creature tilted her head, then stepped closer, hooves making no sound at all. I could feel her presence — something deep and pure, a calm that washed through my chest like moonlit water.
"Don't move too fast," Luna murmured. "She'll sense your intention."
I nodded, barely daring to breathe.
The unicorn stopped right in front of her. For a moment, they simply looked at each other — creature and girl, moon and dream. Then, slowly, Luna reached out and brushed her fingers through the unicorn's mane.
Light rippled outward. Not bright, but soft, like silver threads glowing in the air for a few seconds before fading.
The unicorn hummed.
Actually hummed.
Luna laughed quietly, tears in her eyes. "You see, Dionida? I told you they sing."
I stepped closer, my own hand trembling as I reached out. The unicorn turned her head toward me, then gently pressed her nose into my palm.
Her warmth surprised me — not cold or distant, but alive. The hum deepened, like she was singing straight into my heartbeat.
Luna brushed the creature's mane once more and whispered, "We won't take anything. We just wanted to meet you."
The unicorn leaned into her hand, then into mine, before stepping back toward the stream. She lowered her head, drinking from the water that glowed faintly where her reflection touched it.
Luna sat down on the moss, eyes shining. "It's strange," she said softly. "Everyone writes about unicorns like they're trophies to be found. But really, they just want to be left in peace."
I sat beside her. "Maybe that's why she allowed us near. We weren't trying to take anything."
She looked at me — really looked, for a long moment. "That's rare," she whispered. "In people."
Her words lingered in the cool night. Somewhere behind us, an owl hooted. The unicorn turned once, her mane glinting silver, then disappeared into the mist.
For a long time, we sat in silence. The kind of silence that felt full, not empty — full of meaning, magic, and something else growing quietly between us.
Finally Luna smiled faintly. "You know," she said, brushing her hair behind her ear, "I think she gave us something after all."
I looked at her. "What's that?"
"Trust.And.... i got this silver hair now." She puts few strands of unicorn into some kind of satchel and hides is into her bag.
She stood and reached for my hand. "And maybe a story worth writing down."
As we walked back through the forest, hand in hand, the night felt alive around us — as though every tree, every star, every breath had become part of something sacred.
We didn't say another word. We didn't need to.
The forest behind us seemed almost different now — softer somehow, as if it recognized us. Every leaf shimmered faintly, every shadow felt like it was part of the path guiding us back.
Luna squeezed my hand lightly. "We can't linger too long," she whispered. "Snape will smell us for sure if we return late, and I don't want to risk another lecture… or worse."
I nodded, my heart still fluttering from the unicorn's hum lingering in my chest. "Right. Quiet footsteps."
We moved slowly, trying to follow the faint trail of moonlight that had guided us here. But the forest had a mind of its own — roots twisted across the path, brambles snagged our cloaks, and every small rustle of leaves sounded like a whisper warning us to hurry.
At one point, a small owl hooted nearby, and Luna ducked behind a tree. "Silent!" she whispered. "They can hear everything."
My cat, ever loyal and ever mischievous, crouched low in the grass, whiskers twitching. I gave him a gentle nudge. Be quiet, please. He hissed softly, as if in agreement.
Eventually, the clearing gave way to familiar shadows of the castle walls. We paused at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, staring at the towers glowing in the moonlight.
"We made it," I whispered.
"Not yet," Luna said, her voice full of that gentle, mischievous warning. "The hardest part is still ahead."
The corridors of Hogwarts were empty, but the echo of our steps seemed impossibly loud. Every portrait we passed whispered something — the Fat Lady yawned dramatically, Lady Slughorn muttered about "late-night escapades," and several other portraits tilted their heads suspiciously as we crept past.
Then, just as we rounded the corner toward the staircases leading to Ravenclaw Tower… Snape.
He glided silently across the hallway, black robes brushing the floor, eyes like cold steel.
Luna froze and pressed my hand again. "Follow my lead," she whispered.
We ducked behind a tall suit of armor. Snape paused, tilting his head ever so slightly. For a long, heart-stopping moment, we held our breath, bodies pressed flat against the stone.
He finally glided past, muttering something about "reckless students wandering at ungodly hours."
We exhaled simultaneously. I bit back a giggle; Luna's lips twitched in the corner of her mouth.
"Now," she said softly, "up the spiral staircase. Careful not to make a sound."
We tiptoed up the steps, the ancient stone cool under our fingers. My cat padded beside us, tail flicking with what I could only assume was pride.
Finally, we reached our dormitory. The blue glow of the enchanted lanterns felt like a hug, welcoming us back. Luna dropped onto her bed, still holding the silver-thread brush in her hand.
I sank onto my bed across from her, still catching my breath. "We… we actually saw one," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Yes," Luna said, lying back and letting her hair spill across the pillow. "And she trusted us. That's the important part."
We stayed in silence for a while, listening to the soft creak of the castle settling at night. The encounter with the unicorn still shimmered in our minds like silver threads — alive, delicate, and utterly magical.
Finally, Luna whispered with a small, happy sigh, "I think tonight will be a story we'll tell for years. Quietly, of course."
I smiled. "Quietly.I wonder what we will find tommorow?" She smiles back at me.