In a world where the title boldly declares "Voldemort's bride," fear not, dear readers, for the spotlight is soon stolen by none other than Draco x OC!
But wait, there's a twist - brace yourselves for the enticing allure of Snape x OC, complete wit...
Harry Potter lounged in a cozy café, engrossed in the Daily Prophet, until a curious stranger approached him. "Who's Harry Potter?" The mysterious girl inquired.
"Um, no one. Bit of a tosser, really," Harry replied, dismissing himself. The girl chuckled.
"Funny that paper of yours. A couple of minutes ago, I could have sworn I saw a picture move." She remarked, Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Really?" He questioned innocently, and she nodded.
As Harry began to ask another question, the girl cut him off with a swift "Eleven. That's when I get off. You can tell me all about that tosser Harry Potter."
A playful smile crossed his face, and their conversation took an unexpected turn.
Suddenly, Harry's attention shifted as he glimpsed Dumbledore through the window. Approaching the wise wizard, Harry was met with a stern expression.
"You've been reckless this summer, Harry," Dumbledore remarked, gazing at a poster of a celebrity. "I like riding around the trains. Takes my mind off things," Harry explained.
Dumbledore, with a twinkle in his eye, spoke cryptically, "All unpleasant to be old, isn't it? The tale is thrilling, if I say so myself. But now is not the time to tell it. Take my arm."
He extended his hands.
Caught between Dumbledore's mysterious request and his date emerging from the shop, Harry hesitated.
"Do as I say," Dumbledore insisted, and Harry, with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, took his hand, transporting them to a room – specifically, Ariana's room.
Ariana's POV
Wrapped in the sweet cocoon of sleep, I found myself in a dreamy world where Draco and I not only rekindled our romance but also took down Voldemort together.
Alas, my dreamy bliss was shattered as someone rudely shook me awake. "Felix... No, please let me sleep," I groaned, clinging to my pillow for dear life, assuming it was my brother.
"It's me, Aria. Get up," a hushed voice revealed, and as I reluctantly opened my eyes, there stood Harry and Dumbledore, peering at me.
I blinked blankly and turned back to sleep. It took me a few seconds, to realize and I woke up abruptly, sitting up straight.
In a half-asleep daze, I mumbled, "What are you guys doing in my room?" Harry embraced me, and I reciprocated, still half-convinced I was trapped in a peculiar dream.
"No time to explain, Aria, my dear. Hold my hands," Dumbledore urged with an air of urgency.
"You are taking me somewhere, aren't you?" Blinking away my confusion, I quizzically asked. Dumbledore nodded solemnly.
"Can I at least change my clothes?" I pleaded, eyeing my less-than-presentable attire.
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