Brandi Shelly received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. For the first time, the strange incidents she had accidentally triggered in the past made sense—they were all magic! In Diagon Alley, inside Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions, that streak of light gold she chanced upon lingered in her heart, refusing to fade. Maybe it was love at first sight, maybe it was fate. Otherwise, why would she be unable to forget that single glance? Her cheeks flushed pink, and two heartbeats fell into a rhythm of their own. It was the sun that had been disloyal that day, betraying the flutter of her heart in the late summer of 1991. When darkness descends wrapped in mist, if you cannot see the path ahead, I am willing to become the light that guides the lost—your very own moonlight.